Because most people are idiots. If you think that bullshyt posted early in this thread talkin about a cheetah is in the same universe as "D'Evils" you are a complete full 100% idiot. naS is a story teller, nothing more. Lyrically he's average. If Waka Flocka said he ran like a cheetah to houston, no one would call it lyrical because its not. If Waka Flocka dropped "D'Evils" people would still call it a masterpiece.
I really want naS stans to be smart.
THIS TOPS D'EVILS WITH EASE IMO!!
NAS - SUSPECT
Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bytches infested
Giving the jealous nikkas sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of
early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin'
Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nikka
to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome
nikkaz get hit and wrap the plastic
The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you
NAS - THE MESSAGE
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak nikkaz played out, get fukked and ate out
Prostitute turned bytch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all nikkaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
fukkin me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
shyt is grimy, real nikkaz buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fukk who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shyt
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shyt
PLEASE TELL ME THIS AIN'T LYRICAL AS WELL!!!
