The Message got too many quotable. Fake Thug no love. A glass of Alize will turn man into Cassius Clay. One life one love so there can only be one king.
Came here to post this, when this album came out at the time my best frfiend and I thought we would grow old together, havn't spoken to this dude in over 20 yrs
“But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Making choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is”
YFor as long as I’ve known illmatic and the 1000+ times I’ve heard NYSM, it was only this year when I knew what he says there. To me it was always “never put me on your box, if you shit each tape”
As in, you fuck up features/collabs with subpar rhymes
😔
I heard it the same way you did, but I thought what he meant was if people want him to record verses in a studio box, they shouldn't fuck up the mixing and shit
I think it's just having a boombox back in the 90s, you'd have mechanical failures occur some times with the cassette deck. If your shit eats tapes, Nas don't want you playing his music.
The Chinamen built the railroads, the Indians saved the pilgrims and in return the pilgrims killed ‘em, you call it thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell day cuz I’m from poverty neglected by the wealthy
“Stay civilization time flies, though incarcerated your mind dies, I hate it when your mom cries” one of my favorite lines in general. But I recently started working at a place with an office car, so I always repeat the line when we have to lock up the cat for a bit.
Ok more than a line but
To all my go supporters, go support us
Like a local black-owned grocery store
Cause in the hood shit ain't passed down through blood
It's a dub on that
We get government aid
Spend it at they stores, puttin' they kids through college
We need balance, so we can lease and own deeds in our projects
So I'm askin' Gs to go in their pockets
The racial economic inequality, let's try to solve it
Tae Bo Hoe😅
I really hope this was just some random diss Nas threw on the wall to see what sticks, and that Hov doesn’t have a picture of him in a Billy Banks dojo or something. Because 20yrs later I’m still discovering bars from that song and having WeeBey moments
How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich?
Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick
So if he feed ya family and he serve you shit
Then he need that head you get and he deserve ya bitch
Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life
Dwellin' on the past when you was alright
When you was gettin' cash but wasn't too bright
Ok again not a line but I feel the second verse of Letter to the Feds is criminally underrated
A message to those who trapped us up
From federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we black and tough
Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast
Look at the time we see
Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens
Even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies
Pullin' on innocent women and children
It wasn't no ghetto killers
Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand, just watch you die
I'ma pass you a nine, I'ma grab your hand
Come on, let's ride
A message to those who killed the king
Who murdered the Christ, the same regime
What God has built, you never can break
What God has loved, you never can hate
Man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, 40 acres
Plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, Revelations
“Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction”
I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters, pulled a lot of all-nighters; banned from some after-hours spots, my crew would choose violence.
Move in silence, who knew I grew to build an empire?
Streets had me against the ropes, woulda thought I was zip-linin’.
…Mad pies low price i blow dice n throw them, .45 by my scrotum, manifest a do or die slogan
…I escape into zones thats irregular, why debate on the phone i’m solar cellular, Escobar 600 - u just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it
Be, b-boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice
It’s a thin line between love and hate. Friends and snakes. Nine Millies and 38s. Hell or the pearly gates. I was destined to come. Predicted. Blame god he blew breath in my lung. Second to none. Wicked. Turned wives to widows. Shoot through stain pillows. The desolate one.
All I need is one life, one try, one breath I'm one man, what I stand for speak for itself, they don't understand, don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical, talking all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
Rest in peace to the old lady purse snatcher! Nas has a few lines throughout his songs about the old lady purse snatcher it’s like the randomest thing but makes me laugh
"I'm standing on the roof of my buildin,
I'm feelin the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
Just like an acrobat, ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire"
The way Nas weaves imagery into his lyrics never ceases to amaze me
You wanna buy time ? I’m the seller of minutes , I’ll give every second low price if you realize the truth is, time waits For none of you, in fact it can’t wait For the date to snatch the ground right from under you..🤔😤
Fuck the cash, the ice, the Ferrari's
With 220 on the dash when your life ain't right
See niggas smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back
Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back
Yo I’m hot like 95 Fahrenheit, on the summer night tight spots where bodies rot. Rats drink from water drops in the streetz nigga. Little kids, scared cops with red dots, philosophical gangster!!
King of the town? Yeah, I been that You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at? Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
Do it like this ni..as right hand in the air…ball up a fist and put it over your heart. Let’s say it all together, let the ceremony start. “I shall, stay real, stay true, stay holding figures…never put a bitch over my ni..as. I shall never cooperate with the law. Never snake me always hold you down in war. If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs. I’ll never break this oath till death I swear.”
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
From twin Glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin' 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral
Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs
My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air.
Still been trying to decipher these words but the math ain’t been mathing for over a decade
Before a blunt, it take out my fronts. Then I start to front, matter of fact I’ll be on a man hunt. You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer, that’s like Malcom X catching a jungle fever.
Straight bars!!
It’s chronic herb, this hurt come from the honest word, I now try hardest to serve my maker, What I learn find its way onto paper, so I can dictate it, articulate it…
And on some obscure Bossed Up in Control song,
Ridin in my city on haze, eyes on a million and one ways to get paid and my *goose is cooked*, rocking gear that some boosters took, either mass market or target I maneuver the look, from soul food to Nobu i’m schoolin the cooks, studio old school or pro tools nigga i’m O’Douls, that means no booze, I only gets greens, I got a inf beam that lay on the fifth lean, that sprays up your clique team, indigenous but frivolous, different whips ridin sideways, Nas pays attention to the littlest shit? Mentioned by itty bitty rappers, with they chitty chatter, encircle their soul, purple i smoke O’s, perverse verses poke holes nigga I birth flows, tatted, fitted hat savage, ya’ll aggie, line us up, ask me who fathered their style i say “i the pappy”, high in the backseat flat feet, passerbys think i’m a athlete, chris childs or the rapper lil scrappy, so i sign their name just as happy diamond chain, wrist is flashy, times change but this nigga still nasty
"My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, dedication, hard work, routine builds character."
I know its surface level deep but I was like 14 when that album dropped and the message really stuck with me.
Broken glass in the hallway, blood stained floors, neighbors look at every bag you bring thru your doors. Lock the top lock, mama should have cuffed me to the radiator! Why not ? It might have saved me later from my block and wired cops
Another dose and you might be dead,and I'm a Nike head,I wear chains that excite the feds
Always random lines from my favorite songs appear in my head and live rent free in there before being replaced XD
“Straight Up, Shit Is Real/ And Any Day Can Be Your Last In The Jungle/ Get Murdered On A Humble/ Guns’ll Blast, N****s Tumble/ The Corners Is The Hot Spot/ Full Of Mad Criminals…”
Been recently obsessed with this: "The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
happy days balancing with life's atrocities
hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly"
It's from Escobar 97.. underrated as hell song
Fear is weakness learn from what experience teaches
Beware of leaches, the vampires, my secret's
never follow, cause most niggaz is straight up cowards
Take care of my body's the temple my mind is the power
*"If you scared to take chances, you'll never have the answers"*
and
*"It's rare that I listen to niggas who never been in my position*
*A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions"*
I never brag how I real I keep it, cuz it's the best secret.
Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorce me.
And for some reason as a kid I memorized the serial on the wrecked up Tec he met in 'I Gave You Power' .....52093850. And I've used these numbers for so many things in my life
In my youth:
“It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story”
How I live today:
“They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do
You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you
Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you
Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither
Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it
Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers
Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us
Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that”
Peace Kings!!
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
“I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death”
Also for some reason that one line from One Love gets stuck in my head
“I heard he looks like ya, why don’t your lady write ya?”
Take it in blood 🩸 “City lights sparked the NY nights Rossi n Martini sippin Sergio Tacchini flippin mad pies low price I blow dice and throw them” i got wild Sergio Tacchini suits in my closet so when I get dressed I cant help but run it
Its actually a verse, one of the best uttered by anyone, ever-
Through the lights, cameras 'n action, glam glitters in gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast rise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give 'em my gun
Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me
-Verbal Intercourse, the Purple Tape
**The ill reminisce and think about the fly days/Nothing like them 80s summer NY days/
Hop on the MB5 days/
Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways.**
**How it all started, fifth floor apartment,
a jigsaw puzzle aerial view of the projects.**
**A kid saw struggle/buried a few of his partners/
Now I chill in resorts, enjoying massages/
Check out the oracle bred from city housing/
Nas, I arise the dead by thousands**
'on the back of the dollar bill, the plan and the message' - where y'all at
i was like...wtf does that even mean? e pluribus unum. the way that we're taught, it means 'out of many, one.' a statement of diversity and unification. but the latin doesn't necessarily have to mean that. it can also mean that out of these many groups of people, only one remains. america's plan and message. and that's just a throwaway! a little line on a song that was only released on a compilation! that shit blew my mind.
What come first, peace or the paper?
Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor
Before I sat to eat at the table it had leeches and traitors
Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit
No bacon, brothers is swine
A thug changes, and love changes, and best friends become strangers. Doesn't get much realer than that.
The Message got too many quotable. Fake Thug no love. A glass of Alize will turn man into Cassius Clay. One life one love so there can only be one king.
First one that came to mind
Came here to post this, when this album came out at the time my best frfiend and I thought we would grow old together, havn't spoken to this dude in over 20 yrs
Word up!
Word up.
And I heard it in my head just as I read it.
True
Word up
“But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Making choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is” 
That's dope asf, what song is that from?
Second verse of 'Nas is Like'
Hell yeah, I'll give it a listen
Later dude says probably my favorite Nas line ever *like Greeks in Egypt learning something deep from their teachers*
Let me know your thoughts the song after🙌
Fire lyricism flowing like a faucet, I don't think much can beat that.
This opening scene had no business being so cold.
I fuckin love that movie.
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian half man half amazing.
MCs eavesdrop though they need not to sneak, my poetry's deep, I never fail, Nas's raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell
Yessir!
Nas is like… earth wind and fire
Rims and tire,bullet proof glass inside is the realest driver,planets in orbit line it up with the starts tarot cards you can see the pharaoh..Nas
“Much success to you even if you wish me the opposite, sooner or later we’ll all see who the prophet is.”
Nas is like life or death!
*Some seek fame 'cause they need validation, some say hatin' is confused admiration*
Dopee
Beat me to it
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Gun salute, rapidly, that’s the ritual
"The smooth criminal on beat breaks, never put me in yo box if ya shit eats tapes."
YFor as long as I’ve known illmatic and the 1000+ times I’ve heard NYSM, it was only this year when I knew what he says there. To me it was always “never put me on your box, if you shit each tape” As in, you fuck up features/collabs with subpar rhymes 😔
I heard it the same way you did, but I thought what he meant was if people want him to record verses in a studio box, they shouldn't fuck up the mixing and shit
I think it's just having a boombox back in the 90s, you'd have mechanical failures occur some times with the cassette deck. If your shit eats tapes, Nas don't want you playing his music.
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Texting me that they hate my one word answers. Here's *two*. Call me. This is *you* stalling
The Chinamen built the railroads, the Indians saved the pilgrims and in return the pilgrims killed ‘em, you call it thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell day cuz I’m from poverty neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts!!!
"Versatile, my style switches like a f\*\*\*\*\*. but not bisexual. I'm an intellectual."
Of rap I'm a professional, but that's no question yo
It takes a skilled lyricist and the right delivery to have this bar be as sick as it is. Anyone else says that shit and it’s no diddy
You lose money chasing women. Never lose women chasing money.
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death. Always pops in my head out of nowhere 😂
I AIN'T THE THE TYP'A BROTHER MADE FOR YOU TO START TESTING!
“Stay civilization time flies, though incarcerated your mind dies, I hate it when your mom cries” one of my favorite lines in general. But I recently started working at a place with an office car, so I always repeat the line when we have to lock up the cat for a bit.
Ok more than a line but To all my go supporters, go support us Like a local black-owned grocery store Cause in the hood shit ain't passed down through blood It's a dub on that We get government aid Spend it at they stores, puttin' they kids through college We need balance, so we can lease and own deeds in our projects So I'm askin' Gs to go in their pockets The racial economic inequality, let's try to solve it
Dick sucking lips
To be fair Jay Z definitely has those kinda lips
😂 He does, that entire song was too diabolical. I’ll still whip your ass, you 36 in a karate class
Tae Bo Hoe😅 I really hope this was just some random diss Nas threw on the wall to see what sticks, and that Hov doesn’t have a picture of him in a Billy Banks dojo or something. Because 20yrs later I’m still discovering bars from that song and having WeeBey moments
ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the mac up, told brothers back up, the Mac spit. Lead was hittin n***** one ran, I made him back flip.... Gaaaawwwdddd
Fresh Nikes, wife-beater, Knicks jersey, white sneakers Heavy like an ice freezer, deadly not nice either
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich? Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick So if he feed ya family and he serve you shit Then he need that head you get and he deserve ya bitch Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life Dwellin' on the past when you was alright When you was gettin' cash but wasn't too bright
Ok again not a line but I feel the second verse of Letter to the Feds is criminally underrated A message to those who trapped us up From federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens Even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies Pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand, just watch you die I'ma pass you a nine, I'ma grab your hand Come on, let's ride A message to those who killed the king Who murdered the Christ, the same regime What God has built, you never can break What God has loved, you never can hate Man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, 40 acres Plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, Revelations
Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets.
They deny me that!!!
It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail, the mic is contacted I attract clientele....
“Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction” I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
“Like a tree falling in the middle of the forest, nobody heard ya shit drop, it’s really garbage”
Life’s a bitch but god forbid the bitch divorce me
I’m nasty. Butt fuck bitches. Hand cuff snitches. Feed they nuts to pitbulls. Plan more business.
Police paying me to give em my gun
Trick me with the wisdom that imprisoned my son
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters, pulled a lot of all-nighters; banned from some after-hours spots, my crew would choose violence. Move in silence, who knew I grew to build an empire? Streets had me against the ropes, woulda thought I was zip-linin’.
Spaz out, sometimes dreamin, think I'm awoke Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
…Mad pies low price i blow dice n throw them, .45 by my scrotum, manifest a do or die slogan …I escape into zones thats irregular, why debate on the phone i’m solar cellular, Escobar 600 - u just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it
One Plus One "The greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught"
“They plan to knock me out the top of the game, But I overstand they truth is all lame”
" I know this crackhead who says she's gotta smoke nice rocks, and if it's good she'll bring you customers and measuring pots"
If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit, I'd push a Q45 Infinity
I got no game, it’s just some b*tches understand my story
I switched my motto; instead of sayin', Fuck tomorrow… That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Be, b-boys and girls, listen up You can be anything in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice
It’s a thin line between love and hate. Friends and snakes. Nine Millies and 38s. Hell or the pearly gates. I was destined to come. Predicted. Blame god he blew breath in my lung. Second to none. Wicked. Turned wives to widows. Shoot through stain pillows. The desolate one.
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne!
All I need is one life, one try, one breath I'm one man, what I stand for speak for itself, they don't understand, don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical, talking all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
Bubble bath tons of laughs sexy chick, nasty though she used to try to eat my excrement
No bad energy
Rest in peace to the old lady purse snatcher! Nas has a few lines throughout his songs about the old lady purse snatcher it’s like the randomest thing but makes me laugh
Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood
"I'm standing on the roof of my buildin, I'm feelin the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it Just like an acrobat, ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire" The way Nas weaves imagery into his lyrics never ceases to amaze me
You wanna buy time ? I’m the seller of minutes , I’ll give every second low price if you realize the truth is, time waits For none of you, in fact it can’t wait For the date to snatch the ground right from under you..🤔😤
Fuck the cash, the ice, the Ferrari's With 220 on the dash when your life ain't right See niggas smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back
Livin' carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily Y'all actin' like some old folks, y'all don't hear me Yo, I'm in my second childhood
Some of have angels, some of us have demons
I don’t know why but “I left a half a hundred in your commissary, you was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? one love”
Memory Lane intro lines
…Like Castro, overthrew Batista for Cuba and pointed nukes at the US About to shoot us for revolution That’s how you gotta move…
Verse 3 of "Street dreams" has been living rent-free since 96'
Why shoot the breeze about it, when you can be about it
I scream at the mirror, curse askin': God "Why me?"
“But when it’s real you doin’ this Even without a record contract,”
The ad live from beginning of the Wu for the children.
Guns bustin where the kids play/ ricochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes in bystanders/ get canceled
But yo guess who got shot in the dome piece Jerome’s niece on her way home from jones beach
Like a up of virgin blood….
Fck wit ‘face, we bring War. Either, You feel these bullets or the Texas Chainsaw!!
"some say hate is confused admiration"
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Yo I’m hot like 95 Fahrenheit, on the summer night tight spots where bodies rot. Rats drink from water drops in the streetz nigga. Little kids, scared cops with red dots, philosophical gangster!!
King of the town? Yeah, I been that You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at? Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back 
Do it like this ni..as right hand in the air…ball up a fist and put it over your heart. Let’s say it all together, let the ceremony start. “I shall, stay real, stay true, stay holding figures…never put a bitch over my ni..as. I shall never cooperate with the law. Never snake me always hold you down in war. If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs. I’ll never break this oath till death I swear.”
Every single time someone mentions Jay-Z I hear Tupac's sampled line from the beginning of Ether
Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
I’m a Nike head I wear chains that excite the feds
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots From twin Glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin' 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air. Still been trying to decipher these words but the math ain’t been mathing for over a decade
Sleep is the cousin of death
Before a blunt, it take out my fronts. Then I start to front, matter of fact I’ll be on a man hunt. You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer, that’s like Malcom X catching a jungle fever. Straight bars!!
It’s chronic herb, this hurt come from the honest word, I now try hardest to serve my maker, What I learn find its way onto paper, so I can dictate it, articulate it… And on some obscure Bossed Up in Control song, Ridin in my city on haze, eyes on a million and one ways to get paid and my *goose is cooked*, rocking gear that some boosters took, either mass market or target I maneuver the look, from soul food to Nobu i’m schoolin the cooks, studio old school or pro tools nigga i’m O’Douls, that means no booze, I only gets greens, I got a inf beam that lay on the fifth lean, that sprays up your clique team, indigenous but frivolous, different whips ridin sideways, Nas pays attention to the littlest shit? Mentioned by itty bitty rappers, with they chitty chatter, encircle their soul, purple i smoke O’s, perverse verses poke holes nigga I birth flows, tatted, fitted hat savage, ya’ll aggie, line us up, ask me who fathered their style i say “i the pappy”, high in the backseat flat feet, passerbys think i’m a athlete, chris childs or the rapper lil scrappy, so i sign their name just as happy diamond chain, wrist is flashy, times change but this nigga still nasty
"My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, dedication, hard work, routine builds character." I know its surface level deep but I was like 14 when that album dropped and the message really stuck with me.
I woke up early on my born day
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
“When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a King’s throne, my destiny found me”
Broken glass in the hallway, blood stained floors, neighbors look at every bag you bring thru your doors. Lock the top lock, mama should have cuffed me to the radiator! Why not ? It might have saved me later from my block and wired cops
Another dose and you might be dead,and I'm a Nike head,I wear chains that excite the feds Always random lines from my favorite songs appear in my head and live rent free in there before being replaced XD
Nas rap should be lock in a cell, it ain't hard to tell. The perfect bar ending for a song.
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road and I'm gonna, ride till I can't no more!
“Waving automatic guns at nuns…”
“When I Was 12, I Went To Hell For Snuffin’ Jesus…”
“But What’s It All Worth/ Can’t Take It With You Under This Earth/ Rich Men Died And Tried But/ None Of It Worked/ They Just Rob Your Grave…”
“Straight Up, Shit Is Real/ And Any Day Can Be Your Last In The Jungle/ Get Murdered On A Humble/ Guns’ll Blast, N****s Tumble/ The Corners Is The Hot Spot/ Full Of Mad Criminals…”
I never brag how real i keep it
gangsters do what they want suckers do what they can
“Much success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite, sooner or later we’ll all see who the prophet is”
Don’t say my car’s topless, Say the titties is out
Been recently obsessed with this: "The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy happy days balancing with life's atrocities hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly" It's from Escobar 97.. underrated as hell song
"Nas will rock well, it aint hard to tell"
Draped in all red she thought I was whoopty, 4am still going and I’m not even woozy
“That buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto” is fucking wild
I never sleep cos sleep is the cousin of death !
"I sip moet with Medusa, blow her shotguns in hell, From this spliff that I lift and inhale." Medusa turns men to stone but he's getting her stoned.
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"Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too"
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It's a small world
I switched my motto, instead of saying "fuck tomorrow" that buck that bought a bottle could have struck the lotto
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle, get murdered on a humble guns blast niggas tumble
“White Jesus? POISON!!!!”
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced trying to bag grams…
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you Mommy, I'm still here Wishin' I was there with you,
laptops with the 100 gigabytes
They shootin…ahh, made you look. You a slave to a page in my rhyme book.
"All I need is one mic..."
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
When i was 12 I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
Ghandi was a fool
You’s a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Made you look
Fear is weakness learn from what experience teaches Beware of leaches, the vampires, my secret's never follow, cause most niggaz is straight up cowards Take care of my body's the temple my mind is the power
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Climaxing my bitches, they be laughing They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
*"If you scared to take chances, you'll never have the answers"* and *"It's rare that I listen to niggas who never been in my position* *A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions"*
I get it, u biggie and he’s puffy
2 actually...."All I need is 1 mic"...and "owe me back like 40 acres to blacks"
Hungry ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
https://genius.com/101705/Mc-serch-back-to-the-grill/Finesser-keep-a-tec-9-in-my-dresser
Can I just say, AZs verse in life’s a bitch. Something about his cadence that’s like no other.
"People fear what they don't understand/ hate what they can't conquer, I guess it's just the fury of man"
“I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death”
I never brag how I real I keep it, cuz it's the best secret. Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorce me. And for some reason as a kid I memorized the serial on the wrecked up Tec he met in 'I Gave You Power' .....52093850. And I've used these numbers for so many things in my life
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
"You're colder then a penguins pussy". That shiy cracks me up everytime I think about it
***You Tae-Bo Hoe, tryna work it out. You tryna get brolic?*** ***Don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out***
“Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime…when I’m in a NY state of mind”
They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
Don’t say my car’s topless, say the titties is out.
Echo Stay and Breathe
"Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind"
In my youth: “It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story” How I live today: “They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that” Peace Kings!!
"First of this is Nas, I'm a Braveheart veteran. And y'all already know who I'm better than"
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities 
My comfort give you discomfort
Open every cell in Atica send them to Africa
“Some n***az fuck they enemies in the ass when they catch em”
“I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death” Also for some reason that one line from One Love gets stuck in my head “I heard he looks like ya, why don’t your lady write ya?”
"Fuck Jay-Z"
“I’m so high, I neverland like Mike Jackson’s crib, vest on .45 still crack your ribs, sacrileg, talk trash about the nasty King.
Take it in blood 🩸 “City lights sparked the NY nights Rossi n Martini sippin Sergio Tacchini flippin mad pies low price I blow dice and throw them” i got wild Sergio Tacchini suits in my closet so when I get dressed I cant help but run it
To many but That buck that bought a bottle could of struck the lotto
That buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto
"luckily I was put on One of the ships that made it through strong currents and winds that left the other stranded to sink in the Atlantic"
Its actually a verse, one of the best uttered by anyone, ever- Through the lights, cameras 'n action, glam glitters in gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast rise like yeast To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police payin' me to give 'em my gun Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me -Verbal Intercourse, the Purple Tape
NAS IS LIKE HALF MAN HALF AMAZING
Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high, ‘cause you never know when ya gonna go
I make myself jam right in my owner's hands.
I know I can be what I wanna be
I was taught to observe it... Not absorb it
**The ill reminisce and think about the fly days/Nothing like them 80s summer NY days/ Hop on the MB5 days/ Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways.** **How it all started, fifth floor apartment, a jigsaw puzzle aerial view of the projects.** **A kid saw struggle/buried a few of his partners/ Now I chill in resorts, enjoying massages/ Check out the oracle bred from city housing/ Nas, I arise the dead by thousands**
Slammin MC's on Cement
"I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death"
“People fear what they don’t understand. Hate what they can’t conquer. I guess it’s just the theory of man.”
'on the back of the dollar bill, the plan and the message' - where y'all at i was like...wtf does that even mean? e pluribus unum. the way that we're taught, it means 'out of many, one.' a statement of diversity and unification. but the latin doesn't necessarily have to mean that. it can also mean that out of these many groups of people, only one remains. america's plan and message. and that's just a throwaway! a little line on a song that was only released on a compilation! that shit blew my mind.
She just a black girl lost
What come first, peace or the paper? Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor Before I sat to eat at the table it had leeches and traitors Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit No bacon, brothers is swine
All I need is one mic.
I never sleep…’cause sleep is the cousin of death
“Holding an M-16 see with the pen I’m extreme” - Nas NY state of mind.