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Book Of Rhymes Lyrics:Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man F**k it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a o.g. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is i'ma prince i'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "vagina monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak.. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (my book of rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The us army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for nas Rubbin my lips with campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never harvard or yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with gucci God poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing nas' shit I pump some rick james with that teena marie My nina lean on me like swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (my book of rhymes) Nah neva that f**k that, aw why you laughin' alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (my book of rhymes) I'm tellin' you i'ma come up with some new shit now F**k that i'ma write again now f**k that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the f**k is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (kinda crazy) |
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Other songs of Nas (Tracklist):
From Illmatic To Stillmatic (2002): affirmative action it ain't hard to tell Life's a bitch one love one mic street dreams God's Son (2002): dance Get down heaven hey nas i can last real nigga alive made you look mastermind revolutionary warfare the cross thugz mansion warrior song zone out Hip Hop Is Dead (2006): hip hop is dead black republican blunt ashes can't forget about you carry on tradition hold down the block hope hustlers let there be light Money over bullshit not going back play on playa still dreaming where are they now who killed it you can't kill me I Am (1999): big things dr knockboot favor for a favor ghetto prisoners hate me now i want to talk to you Intro kissing life is what you make it money is my bitch n.y. state of mind (part ii) nas is like small world undying love we will survive you won't see me tonight Illmatic (1994): halftime life's a bitch memory lane ny state of mind one love one time 4 your mind represent represent The genesis the world is yours It Was Written (1996): the set up affirmative action black girl lost i gave you power if i ruled the world Intro live nigga rap nas is coming shootouts street dreams suspect take it in blood the message watch dem niggas Nas (2008): america black president breathe fried chicken hero make the world go round n.i.g.g.e.r. project roach Queens get the money sly fox testify untitled we're not alone y'all my niggas you can't stop us now Nastradamus (1999): big girl come get me family god love us life we chose nastradamus new world project windows quiet niggas shoot em up some of us have angels the outcome The prediction you owe me Stillmatic (2001): the flyest 2nd childhood braveheart party destroy & rebuild ether every ghetto got ur self a my country one mic rewind rule smokin Stillmatic what goes around you're da man Street's Disciple (2004): a message to the feds, sincerely we the people american way bridging the gap disciple getting married Intro just a moment live now me and you nazareth savage no one else in the room reason remember the times remember the times - (intro) rest of my life sekou story street's disciple suicide bounce the makings of a perfect bitch these are our heroes thief's theme ubr virgo war you know my style The Lost Tapes (2002): black zombie blaze a 50 Doo rags drunk by myself everybody's crazy my way no idea's original nothing lasts forever poppa was a playa purple u gotta love it untitled |
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