It Ain't Hard To Tell - Nas

It Ain't Hard To Tell - Nas
Title : It Ain't Hard To Tell
Artist : Nas
Album : From Illmatic To Stillmatic
Label : Columbia (USA)
Release Date  2002

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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