If you haven't checked out Funky DL's speakeasy style jazz hop remixes of Nas's hits then you're missing out! The two-part album series entitled Jazzmatic . switch lanes in monster whips, ambience . check out my beats&mixes: Funky DL - Jazzmatic [Nas Remixes]
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Nas - The Message (prod. by Trackmasters); track #2 off of the album, It Was Written (1996). Contains samples from "Shape of My Heart" by Sting, as well as Nas's very own, "NY State Of Mind" and "Impeach the President" by The Honey Drippers. (Lyrics) Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit [Chorus: samples from "New York State of Mind" (repeat 4x)] [Nas] "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" [Nas] I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin Across the streat you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin me my name, what the fuck I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew daily The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up [Chorus: first from "New York State of Mind", then "Halftime" (repeat 4x)] [Nas] "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back" [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them niggaz that's locked down doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin? To my thorough niggaz, New York and world wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake ass niggaz yo.. (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?) Bring the shit man, live man (Fuck that son) Nine-six shit..
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Written by DMC, Rev Run, Jam Master Jay, Larry Smith, Russell Simmons, Salaam Remi & Nas Produced by Salaam Remi Lyrics [Verse 1: Nas] Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris' White chain, colored watch on a wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious Step to bars, we just order dark liquors Clear liquors, y'all niggas are s-e-x Yes we get respected, eclectic messages Left our brains, straight into a female's estrogen She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin' them Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction N-a-s, bend they ass, over-spank it Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas Call fatties 'bubbles', call head 'skull' Before I get either I need some Red Bull She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything Gotta come up, run up and get touched up Suicide, that's if you confront us [Hook] Don't talk, just hold your breath (breath) Been here a while, only one nigga left (left) And all'a y'all know my style (style) I spend dough but I still let it pile (pile) Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (bang) You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song [Verse 2: Nas] Uh, from a boy to a king Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mayn I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything Fellas who beat bodies with me Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks Old cats only roll when I'm in the city And the dance floor it's disgustin' Move your waistline to the basic percussion I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin' And laugh when a nigga start frontin' [Hook] Don't talk, just hold your breath (breath) Been here a while, only one nigga left (left) And all'a y'all know my style (style) I spend dough but I still let it pile (pile) Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (bang) You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song [Verse 3: Nas] Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes Her light eyes, pretty lips, fly face First you said you would spread for me in an instant See me with the next chick, now you act different Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her Play your position, you way outta character Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless The army's so thick you can't harm us [Hook] Don't talk, just hold your breath (breath) Been here a while, only one nigga left (left) And all'a y'all know my style (style) I spend dough but I still let it pile (pile) Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (bang) You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Views: 468 66 bluck
Killin this Nas beat. No profit made off of this.
Views: 201 Rico Stackz
Old school classic
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DJ SUPREME ARCHITECT presents ILLMATIC 2
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 J-Love - Better Your Life album (dl at TPB) 01. Perseverance 02. Straight Out The Gutter (ft. Raekwon) 03. The Nicest (ft. Big Pun) 04. We Know (ft. Large Professor) 05. Clap Them Things (ft. Mobb Deep & 50 Cent) 06. Queens 4 Life (ft. Royal Flush) 07. Lyrical Virus (ft. Ol' Dirty Bastard) 08. Trouble (ft. Slick Rick) 09. Talk About It (ft. Cuban Link & Jadakiss) 10. My Way (ft. M.O.P.) 11. Real Talk (ft. Kool G. Rap) 12. Come On (ft. Cormega & Ghostface Killah) 13. Gunz Don't Kill (ft. La The Darkman) 14. Never (ft. RZA & Free Murda) 15. This Life Forever (ft. Jay-Z) 16. N.F.L. (ft. Masta Ace) 17. Real (ft. Meyhem) 18. The Show (ft. Method Man) 19. Once Again (ft. Big L) 20. Swordplay (ft. Inspectah Deck) 21. Life (ft. Exquizite) 22. T.H.U.G. (ft. Tragedy Khadafi & Imam Thug) 23. Eye In The Sky (ft. Sky Gray & Sub Conscience) 24. Like My Style (ft. Nas) 25. Hard Nose Tactics (ft. Raze)
Views: 1996 Dominykas Vilimas
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Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria 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 Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz 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, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... 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 wit my own rhyme Cuz 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 Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps cuz 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 a bisexual, I'm an intellectual Of rap, I'm a professional but that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't narrate, 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 wild I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime I got it going 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 or heartless Sparkton Cuz when I blast a herb, that's my word I be slaying them fast, doing this, that and third But chill, past the Andre and let's lay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee Putting hits on 5-0 Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the 4-4 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 Manhatten, the island of Staten Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, nuff props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out Right...(echos)X3 It's still halftime
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