Nas - Stillmatic |
Stillmatic
however it sparked the response on Jay[Nas having conversation with himself] ~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards frontin'. Ayo Nasty Nas, what up? I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know? ~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you STILLMATIC Out of luck, no constructive plans Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church in the world can't save our children I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be Your older son on the ground dead, but fortunately I hit the el, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!" The bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind Little Nasir was at war I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door And little did I care what you saw But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the menacing man Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic N Y City, grab a hold and ride with me All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money bags Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York You show off, I count off when you sample my voice I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FUNAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding? Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE IZZO? For shizzle you phony, the rapping version of SISQO I'd rather wear Sean John, you bore me with your fake coke rhymes And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick And those times, they never took place, you liar UN was your first court case, you had no priors Have you surrounded, you and the faggots you down with While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers Corny as CORNSince ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise My next few albums, instead of projects Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics New Orleans, Mississippi, ChiHeaded through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it Did crimes and headline on stage Streets disciple, I'm STILLMATIC [Female voice sample] You make me feel so good |