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It Ain't Hard To Tell Lyrics:[Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail The mic comes in contact with the third rail My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac With this, see I'm a brainiac I call you tattoo, you never come off I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss A modern Shakespeare - reincarnated Brains are elevated, I'm bein R rated This style is terror, drastic Meltin the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot Hittin your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin Minds minipulated, my raps are nickel-plated I execute raps like I'm swingin an axe around This is a mic shut down Notify the President - that I'm bombin your residence and I'm leavin no evidence Voice box yells, lyrics will excel Rappers gettin smoked, you can smell the hot shells Your style is fake snake, well dramatized You might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize/harmin-Nas Here's the break, I can translate lyrics so well I excel, it ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell.. [Verse 2] I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer Nas wrecks the tweeters and recievers Lyrics will explode, my brain overloads Gimme a Grammy competition is dead just like Sammy I leave minds magnetized like slaves Your style is old fashion like waves Holdin a pistol at a pastor, pullin the trigger faster Tell 'em I was sent by his Master But that topic's too deep for your ear Here's the science you can comprehend clear Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder I'll pull your whole card - just like a palm reader Non-stop, I'm bustin heads like the FEDS baby pops This is not the +Kindergarten Cop+ Put on your blindfold, I'ma release and stand tall I detonate bombs at the policeman's ball This is art from the heart, I leave 'em marked for death in each breath in this game I'm the ref Already I'm ill but I can only get better With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta I master dialects, of uncommon languages A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this These are proverbs, copy cat attackers I'm wanted dead cause I'ma genocide to rappers Battlin Nas is dead when my brain reacts yYu might as well have fell asleep on a train track This ain't the same track that you're used to This is rhythmatic automatic, try it you oughta have it Slaughter your tape recorder; givin thanks to my supporters and keep flowin like water No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail Aiyyo, it ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell.. [Verse 3] Check it I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect I'm gonna win cause you slept on Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn False rappers, you need to write your own song Metaphors of murder man, hittin like Roberto Duran Hold the mic in my hand, my life span Imitators will sweat me like gym class Your raps are fat? Shit, then I'll be Slim Fast New rap recruits I salute then delete 'em Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em Nas is a terrorist, analyst Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow Brothers is gettin shipped out like I was Castro I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover I use a +Lethal Weapon+, just like Danny Glover Execute monologues, sabotage entourage Mutilate mics like a maniac in bars I talk with slang, and use my brain Generate pain, penetrate your vein Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson No competition, cause I cause wonders Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin thriller Hold a mac-11, and attack a reverand Don't sleep cause you might not wake I speak deep, dialects I translate Queens Prince, commit sins on the regular Murder my competitors, and et cetera Nas is a gypsy Egyptian flippin' the script'n microphone manufacturers are victims My voice makes your ear drums swell.. It ain't hard to tell |
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Other songs of Nas (Tracklist):
From Illmatic To Stillmatic (2002): affirmative action Life's a bitch one love one mic street dreams God's Son (2002): book of rhymes 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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