Nas - Last words
Tekst :
[Nas]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broker than a dope bitch
Powerful mind we brave men
I blow smoke and I ma keep sayin
[Nashawn]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How can I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds we brave men
I ma blow smoke and keep sayin
I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone
Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones
Wanna be the heat you feel makin ya moan
Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on
Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on
It s Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con
I m gonna kill something
Rap cats be real frontin
Fuck shootin legs
Cock back put his brains on the pave
Nigga how bout that
Close range with the gadge get payed
First rapper to shoot off stage
Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book
A twenty four hour song without no hook
Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug
Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug
Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside
Better slide before you get bodied outside
[Chorus]
[Nas]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful mind we brave men
I blow smoke and I ma keep sayin
[Nashawn]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds we brave men
I blow smoke and keep sayin
[Nas]
I ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I m the place many fear cause there s no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it s dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter
If the court paroal ya then another con enters
No remorse for your tears I seen em too often
When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya life that s if you get a chance to get out
Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it s stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I m the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming
Maybe one day I ll open up my arms to release you
You ll always be my property nigga stay legal
[Chorus]
Nas - Black zombie
Tekst :
Yo, you believe when they say we ain t shit, we can t grow?
All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media?
They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?
Why you listen when the teachers at school
know you a young single parent out strugglin, they think you a fool
Give your kids bad grades and put em in dumber classes
Killin shorty future, I wonder how do we last it
Underground in they casket? Ancestors turnin
I m learnin somethin every day, there is no Lazareth
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt, you ll see the truth written by the masters
My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin
Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen
What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan
What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask
for reperations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop bein controlled, we black zombies
[Chorus: *sung*]
Walkin talkin dead, though we think we re livin (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies)
Walkin talkin dead, though we think we re livin (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies)
[Nas]
Aiyyo we trapped in our own brain, fuck behind bars
We ve already gone insane
They ve already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
without fulfillin reality; too greedy and
can t have one or two chains, we need three of dem
Can t have one or two guns without squeezin em
on our own people and, fuck black leaders
cause whites ain t got none leadin them, the rhythm is cosmic
Nas is divinity, the deity s prophetless
All get down and get up
Victims walkin round with Down s Syndrome, all stuck
Faintin, shoutin, catchin Holy Ghost in church
Scared to do it for ourselves less we see somebody doin it first
We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demostrated
Just to make another generation - black zombies
[Chorus]
[Nas]
You scared to be yourself, cause you in a trance
Feel free, hear the music and dance
If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you
Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews
or from Israel, (?)bish meal Allah, el-rachman, el-Rahim(?)
Islam s a beautiful thing
And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring
peace against the darkness, which is unGodly
So what s the black man s true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow
{*roaring*} .. that s the sound of the beast
I m a Columbia record slave, so get paid
Control your own destiny, you are a genius
Don t let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo -hundred years
Ghetto niggaz won t have it no mo , can I get a witness?
Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it
when you can do it yourself; it s all in you, do it, do it
Do it niggaz..
Nas - Shootouts
Tekst :
Yo, release what s in me, besides the henny
Its eyes that seen plenty
Things get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny
Instead of diet plans it s crack 200 grams
I pump a g-pack, peeping for where the d s at
It s slow, looking for rambo the cop who got grazed
Back in the days chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you re breathless
Everyday he making 10 arrests shit
My nigga check this I know the bitch he mess with
I even blessed it 40 dash 10 inspect it
[Already checked it dunn near his ankle you could see his gun]
Peep he parked his jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha fat ass real fly with a blonde caesar
Vittidini summer gear she push a two seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
An Irish man short slim with a tan they say he lace her cheeba
She do be looking weaker how her teeth are foul
Speaking loud peep her style in and out every reefa cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy
In a moputh that s starving
Rock the same gear daily like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let jake investigate from her window
Cause she s a nympho sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it s set-up, her and the beast can get wet-up
I know we vest up, we blazing from the neck up [yo let me knock first]
Soon as he opened it your glock burst
They had the chains on
Son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she s hurt
We saw the camera, tape recorders, and the monitors
They eyeing us [nas we survived one from the 4-5]
Pull the shades down, they see its last days now
There s no way now we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he s laid down
A-yo the bitch is saved now
She s living in a snitch grave now
[Chorus]:
Shootouts similar to the wild west
Broad daylight face to face without a vest
you know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God this ain t the life the devil sold
See it was written, but it was never told.
Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck jake, cock and shoot
Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up creek
To do his 2 to 4
Niggas show love from all around the board
Peace lors sony bandy camera record
Pop a bottle cause when you come home we still got it
Sewn we can watch the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitches on the benches, with ill extensions
We black off the street only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was crowded
Barbecue wings we fed the feins [gamble in the back] Killa shouted
And Franck tried to stop the bank loss
Bout what it really cost guzzled his drink and staggered off
He s a big will use to sling crills
Now he owns the hill, couldn t take losing his cash
And I could feel something in the air yeah
Franck returned with Pierre a gun slinger
Who niggas hadn t seeen in a year
I usually be holdin , especially this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces with kids and grandmothers around
Franck s only concern was his paper
My man killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
Police blitz quick waiting for that to set off
Running ecstatic
It got me mad cause they a buch of faggots
Starting shit in my hood, I can t have it
Yo High get the 40-cali stainless
Jake is still out
Let s make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze dodge and weave
Hearing jake retaliating, and wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze jump in the ride heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside and ain t been back since 95
[Chorus]:
Shootouts similar to the wild west
Broad daylight face to face without a vest
You know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God this ain t the life that devil sold
See it was written, but it was never told.
Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck jake, cock...