whats ya favorite nas verse?
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in The Reason
Yo Yo
I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his ? ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with ? but know he's on to mad figgas
With mad ? a sharp dresser
Cool ? but about to be called out
By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process
The victor had become the victim
Thought he had a smooth ? caught but a smooth ? licked him
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Mmm... Fried chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a ki'
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
All the way from Kentucky to ? with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivatin'
Dry you off I got your paper towel waitin'
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock to the bed then plop!
When we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your breast
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a ? death
Created by southern black women to serve ? ' guest
You gonna be a ? death
Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction
Dripping with high cholest-
Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta
What roti is to a rasta
Trapping me; You and your friend mac' and cheese
Candy yams, collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
It's killing me when I'm inside
Nothing I need more than a fish fry -
Theres already a thread on this ,just bump it.....
community.allhiphop.com/discussion/511588/random-nas-bars-thread -
that thread is random lines .theres space for this one
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I dunno if I have a FAVORITE. But his verse on Triple Beam Dreams has got to be top 5 for me. Also the 1st verse on One Mic. ? ...too many to choose just one.
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2 many to choose from but his verse on its mine is dope as ? tho
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Any verse from deja vu
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Oochie Wally
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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style ? roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they ? with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props as a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, ? come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same ? again
From the ? to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual -
The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani Exchange deranged
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better living, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin
Tricking 6 digits on kicks and still holdin
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends to ?
It sounds foul but every girl I meet'd go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa -
Lol at nas verses readin like poetry
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Too many to name
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Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
Winning gunfights with mega-cops
But just a ? walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have ? undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young ? is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get ? , I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than ?
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your ? eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and ? with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
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freethewave wrote: »Lol at nas verses readin like poetry
They are poetry. Whenever someone thinks rap aint about ? and I want to prove to them it is, I recite a Nas verse.
I'll take the whole song 2nd Childhood. -
freethewave wrote: »Lol at nas verses readin like poetry
"I use take Nas raps and put em up on my wall. My ? thought they were words but it was pictures I saw" -
The first verse of New York state of mind 2
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This ? Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes
? ' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
This is the problem 'cause he never tell 'em he got it
From lettin' ? suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three
Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
Backstage where the stars be, rockin' they shirts
In ? faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from?
Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
Takin' pride in ruinin' they lives
So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
Met the wrong ? and now he dead from the monster AIDS
I contemplate, believin' in karma
Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin' tomorrow
I know some ? who be sleepin' on ? dreams, they leave
When that ? blow, she the first ? on her knees
Knowing' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds
Instead of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees
I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
Now you old and you gettin' ? on
It's all scientific, mystic, you know the earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me
Much blessings be healthy, remember
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ONE favorite? Kinda impossible...
This one always stuck out to me, tho.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4s6QAF5RAY -
freethewave wrote: »Lol at nas verses readin like poetry
"I use take Nas raps and put em up on my wall. My ? thought they were words but it was pictures I saw"
That nas verse on the remix was incredible also.plus now anytime someone sells out I gots to remind how they let nas down -
This ? Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes
? ' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C
This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
From lettin' ? suck him off, Rikers Island in '93
Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
Backstage where the stars be, rocking they shirts
In ? faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from
Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
Taking pride in ruining their lives
So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
He never used a condom. Give him head? He got ya
Met the wrong ? and now he dead from the monster: AIDS
I contemplate, believing in karma
Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow
I know some ? who be sleeping on ? ' dreams. They leave
When that ? blow, she the first ? on her knees
Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds
Instead of taking care of em, they're spending money on trees
I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
Now you old and you getting ? on
It's all scientific, mystic; you know, the Earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
Much blessings, be healthy. Remember:
i sure i cant spit this whole song verbatim but this verse especially
hell this might not even be my favorite from tha niqqa -
The Buck that bought the bottle could a struck the lotto
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Way too hard.
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Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him ? , I'm pass that Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, HERE IT IS!
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Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about ? who got things, y'all ready to ? his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is ? Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to ? ya We smoke three tokes ? pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple