[Nas]
A project minded individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we f**** survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where Iâm from, aint far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan
A rookie boy the cookie didnât make no profit
A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say itâs garbage
I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
Ambitionâs to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But Iâm again broke
This !@*! aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62â²s they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
Iâm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturinâ piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for +@@$+ cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasnât made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwinâ rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of Gâs
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams
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[font=Tahoma, Verdana, Arial]I know this is Nas, but this verse signifies a clear and measurable difference in where the game has gone. On topic, on beat, dope lyrics, and it paints a real picture...Once again, I will acknowledge this is NaS, but these lyrics will go overlooked ein the grand scheme of things. [/font]
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[font=Tahoma, Verdana, Arial]And props for Ross for doing his thing on this track, and Key's to the Crib. He doesn't try to hang w/ Styles, and honestly bodies the track "I'm a Guru in the kitchen, whippin' Mass Appeal/ Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal." I see you Ross![/font]