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NAS lyrics - Illmatic


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(Right..) (Right..) Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Nas] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'ma performer () show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime (Right..) It's halftime (Right..) Aiyyo it's halftime (Right..) It's halftime (Right..) Yeah, it's about halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel [Nas] It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime (Right..) It's halftime (Right..) Exhale, check it it's halftime (Right..) It's halftime (Right..) It's real in the field Word life, check it [Nas] I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee Puttin hits on 5-0 Csudr when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo' And biters can't come near And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out (Right..) It's still halftime (Right..) To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime (Right..) Ninety-two, it's halftime (Right..) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost Halftime..

Words From A Genius

Genius "Words from the Genius"
Intro: One two one two check one two The Genius in the place to be Verse One: I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump And poison beats make hip-hoppers stump their feet kinda wild, to give off sparks But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch dark Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck when I'm speaking it's the God projecting facts into brains of those unaware Now you're afacing the truth in the square Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew this Your man wants to beef, then we can do this Then when it's time for you to face the God I'll be giving you the whole nine yards With lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity So sweet to biters it gives them cavities And can't be healer from the strongest toothpaste So keep biting to see how the truth taste You need guidance and self-assistance Cause you lack the training to go the distance But I'll rhyme, to the fullest length And this is just a fraction of the strength Chorus: of the Genius Words from a Genius Verse Two: I'll never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum I learn to lead myself, not be a follower I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower I created something funky fresh funky new Brothers started playing money see and monkey do Should I explain hip-hop, okay I love it Simple definition but ya still don't know the half of it All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi Dancers on stage like Alvin Ailey While I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley You wanna try me, and be worn and torn Step forward, I'll get on and start to born A pumpin self explanator rap Make a sucker MC like you clap your hands, while you clap the sound's intact You react like an infant respons to Similac Or then again, could have been Enfamil But for your information the rhyme is real MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under A Groove, getting down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it When I'm premitted to break down a poem I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a comb One by one so who you calling your troops on Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike boots on Biters are crooks and try to steal the stage I read em like books, flip em and turn the page I'm The Genius, you're living in deep fear Go home and write and come try me next year With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop Chorus (2X) Verse Three: Some say The Genius, has a style of his own And his hands are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are rough Because I can't get enough So I practice not what I preach but what I teach In which the critics say is improper speech But it's proper, only to those who understand Why I walk on stage with a mic in my hand As brothers look on, label me as a psycho Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone From a so-called said to be MC Who admires me with jealousy and envy My rhymes are delivered with style and potential Words are flowin smoothly in a sequential Order, revealin hidden tape records Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll slaughter But I don't get upset, when you bite and steal I go home and write some ill Stacks of poetry, page after page Imagining the scen-ery onstage I catch flash-backs of the seminar As I crush the dreams of a wannabe star Self-explanatory words are shifted In a unbitten style cause I'm gifted and talented, with the lyrical ability Bound to fuck up a hip-hop facility Damaging MC's who dare to enter The center, then challenge the inventor Of an impartial rhymin status Followed a relevant apparatus The way I come off on the mic is attractive I can make a quadriplegic hyperactive With lyrics of friction causing mics to spark My style couldn't be bitten by a shark MC's don't understand the way I be bombin em Roll up and ask me what's the phenomenon First of all homeboy when I'm battlin I'm like a doctor shootin deadly insulin Into MC's like that of a syringe And dare you to seek for revenge Chorus (2X)_

I'm Not Going Out Like That

RUN DMC "Tougher Than Leather"
[Malcolm X] Many of our people.. stealing.. gambling.. Many of our people turn to.. [Run] Crime, time, nah I get mine Climb, do fine, wine and just dine Make, break, ill and just take fate for God sake a break is at stake Crack, wack, smack you right back In fact you might last to jack if I crack Cry, lie, do or just die Live positive and give, but that's why 'I'm not..' [cuts:] 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that' (like like, like..) 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that!' [D.M.C.] Dee the King me, and you knew it , so get to it You want to flaunt and talk, and you're tryin to taunt and want and want, cause you're dyin Your place, race, chase, and I seen it and now, child, bow, and I mean it I came, saw, kicked, and you saw it The crowd, proud and loud, and all for it sin is wrong, so don't do it We invented the song, and you blew it I knew the time was right, so I wrote it Here's the hook, look, so just quote it 'I'm not..' [cuts:] 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that!' [Run] Comin off, time and time, and that's whether you, your crew, knew, whatever I did, done, do, I'm this clever I come again and win, and you'll never see a man like me, your idol So joke, smoke, toke, but this title the rhyme is mine, fine, and so vital It's time for me to rock, my recital Gonna tell you about a groove, that's comin from the heart in part, and just one in a million, or you, will be bummin So check the time, the rhyme, that comes from it Inside your brain, remain, so just keep it plain, sane, refrain, so just peep it Look, see it, check, but never stop it The hook, comes, next, so Jay drop it! 'I'm not..' [cuts:] 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that' (like like, like..) 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that!' [D.M.C.] Gotta go Joe you know, to the T-O, P and see Dee, you know we know the way today I say, I'm not a Leo The King is Dee and Jay, he score that's left to smile a while, keep grinnin This past style, is wild, and I'm winnin Roll, stroll, control, and I'm coolin The King of Rock and Roll, and I'm rulin I rhyme, shock and stop, and I'm droppin I pop hip-hop, I'm hip-hoppin Receive a G while I'm throwin It's D.M.C. it's me, I'm not goin 'I'm not..' [cuts:] 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that' (like like, like..) 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out' .. 'like, like-like that!' [Run-D.M.C.] Must, crush, us, you gotta take, us, out, we're hotter Team, is, mean, a lot of work, in, volved, we're smarter Dee, Jay, Run, no jokin Hot, as, Hell, we're smokin Punks, rumps, chumps, we're yokin News, is, crews, are chokin Out, like, that, not goin in, like, men, we're growin Chance, to, dance, not blowin Go, to, show, don't roll in Don't, you, know, we're stayin here, to, show, not playin Here's, the, jam, respect it Time, to, end, THIS RECORD! 'I'm not..' [cuts:] 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that' (like like, like..) 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that', 'I'm not!!' 'going' .. 'out, out out' .. 'like that!' [beat and ad lib scratches to end]

It's Alright

SALT 'N' PEPA "Hot Cool & Vicious"
Hey-a, forward the music selector We get tougher, aye () Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics With the serious lyrics, right It's all right We gonna take it to the top We're gonna make your body rock And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop on the dance floor If you want to declare war - it's all right It's all right Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic Hurby the producer ain't no joke He always makes sure the beats are dope When I explore I take you down to the core Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw For torturing and murdering MCs Who try to recreate def rhymes like these On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a () Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa We smash MCs with one big stepper Here to rule, MCs I school The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains And my full name is Cheryl James - all right It's all right It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst I sucker all suckers by selling a dream When I serve and strengthen any rap team We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax So tell your family and your friends That we're here to attack We prepare to win a battle at any cost Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right It's all right And when I rhyme a funky rhyme Till my throat is sore When I rhyme till you just can't take no more You disagree Kill the noise Cuz you know I can Just place the microphone inside my hand And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics You gotta admit, you disagree Ask your man - even he's on it Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right It's all right Now when we came, we saw, we conquered Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass So don't mess around, don't make me laugh You gotta be jokin', you will get broken I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin' Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind So you better notify your next of kin - all right It's all right Rip it again, right It's all right Rewind selector right

Touch The Sky

JIN "Say Something"
Say something Yo check, ain't no surprise in me Everything looks good as far as I can see In this world no such thing as rise for free I'm 'bout to take it as far as the eyes can see And beyond, feelin' like I never got on 18 again and I just left home Used to get by on my high school charm Before I was hot they said I was lukewarm Time to double check, with my monitor Temperature risin' like a shiner does Chased little bit of fame, had a mindin' buzz Never quite sure what my persona was Yet they still felt they need to judge It's all good, I ain't one to hold a grudge Didn't then, so why would I now? I'm sayin' hate is just not my style Back the challenge is what children do In fact I would much rather bear with you Near a decade ago since I first came through All I ever did was keep it real with you I been lucky or should I say blessed, yes You will hardly find me stress Seen my fair share of challenge in times I thank God for givin' me the talent to shine Even when I did make mistakes You still managed to forgive with Amazing Grace Just when I thought Hope disappeared You pulled me out the pins, it's Crystal Clear All I'm here to do is serve you I was gone, now I'm much at home like I missed curfew Started as a boy, then shaped to a man I just wanna tell 'em how grateful I am Like an orphan who just got adopted A homeless man who finds a 20 in his pocket Like Kanye when he climbed out that jeep In the studio when he cooked up this beat It's only right, I surrend it to you My life is yours, Lord do what You do You're the Truth, everything else is just a lie Let the beat drop so I can touch the sky I said touch the sky Say something Say something

Grand Finale

DMX "The Great Depression"
[DMX - dialogue] I ain't goin back to jail Next time, the County or the State see me it's gonna be in a bag UHH! This is it baby! End of the road, ha hah! When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon! [Method Man] Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better or worse, you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer for deceased peers, holdin fort Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale [Nas] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those Go and see shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and only five in, the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street huh [Ja Rule Chorus: (repeat 2X)] When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life) [DMX] Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on That's D The dawg come and getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine, c'mon cry nigga It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall [Chorus]

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