Nas- Nas Is Like

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 Freedom of jail, clips inserted
 A baby is being born the same time my man is murdered
 The beginning and end
 As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain, my plateau
 And also, what defines my name
 First it was nasty, but times have changed
 Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign for pain
 I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
 Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
 Saw my close friends shot, flatlining, my same
 That the pen carry mac-10's to practice my aim
 On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
 Line the barrel up with your weed picture and squeeze
 Jesus's scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
 To the corners thugs hustlin' for cars that cost dough
 To the big dogs livin' large, takin' it light
 Pushin' big toys, gettin' nice, enjoyin' your life
 Is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
 Belt tied around their neck, in jail cells naked
 Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
 And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS

 Chorus:
 Nas, Nas is like . .(scratching) . life or death (scratching)
 My rebel . (scratching). . My poetry's deep, I never fell . .(scratching)
 Nas is like .(scratching) . Nas is like . (scratching). . Half man, half
 amazin' . .(scratching)
 No doubt . (scratching). . Nas is like
 (Repeat)

 Earth, wind and fire, rims and tires
 Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
 Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
 Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
 (Nas is like. . -Nas)
 Iron mic, messiah type, before the Christ, after the death
 The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
 Came a along way from blasted techs on block
 Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
 >From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
 Dimes, skinnin' fellatio, siete zeros, bet my nine spit for the pesos
 But what's it all worth, can't take it when 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 will fall, but I rise, thug or die, makin' 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 to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
 Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is

 Chorus

 Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet
 I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows
 I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf preeper
 Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' something deep from their teachers
 I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
 Always got you, I'm like pop to you with crop for it
 I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
 Corporate accounts from a rich company
 I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man
 like the '99 summer jam, bulletproof hummer man
 I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
 I'm the feeling of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand
 I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
 Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
 Y'all know what I'm like, ya play it your system every night

 Chorus




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