Favorite Nas Quotables :ahh:
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KiD WavE
All Star
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style nikkaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
and of course nas verse on verbal intercourse
just editing post cause want to say I actually prefer this verse when he originally spit it on deja vu
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I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style nikkaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
and of course nas verse on verbal intercourse
just editing post cause want to say I actually prefer this verse when he originally spit it on deja vu
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4qYox-Gb70&feature=related"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4qYox-Gb70&feature=related[/ame]
Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin
She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan
Ki's of dope, loving cats to ski in her throat
She fukk killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old
She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's
Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shyt
She hoppin on dikks, riding Pony's who trick
At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewelry
Seven turned to six nikkaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five nikkaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four nikkaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nikka ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shyt
Fake shyt -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fukkin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends
She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan
Ki's of dope, loving cats to ski in her throat
She fukk killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old
She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's
Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shyt
She hoppin on dikks, riding Pony's who trick
At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewelry
Seven turned to six nikkaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five nikkaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four nikkaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nikka ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shyt
Fake shyt -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fukkin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends
"look at flex, look at his face man. He's corny man. Dropping bombs sounding all corny. Change your format dude!". "taking too much kissoc in his Missouth". "rappers, look him in his eye next time ya up there being interviewed. Don't know why u rappers b acting like he's live". " I'm right here repping for queens bridge yo!".
Might have misquoted him minor but ya get the point. Greatness.
Might have misquoted him minor but ya get the point. Greatness.
Agent Zero
Rookie
“Pro-black, I don't even pick cotton out of aspirin bottles.”
ReasonableMatic
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Ayo, the brother is "Stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another "Illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, nikkas who real
Professionals, stick up child's dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king..
One of the greatest intro's of all time
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another "Illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, nikkas who real
Professionals, stick up child's dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king..
One of the greatest intro's of all time
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin, ill editions of that Murder I Wrote
A provocative plan, can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on top of the sand
In the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass, S-classes, chrome kitted up
Calicos lit it up
I didn't get touched, checking my nuts, stood up and lit a Dutch
Solicitin, ill editions of that Murder I Wrote
A provocative plan, can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on top of the sand
In the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass, S-classes, chrome kitted up
Calicos lit it up
I didn't get touched, checking my nuts, stood up and lit a Dutch
Michael Knight
Pro
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day
Hip-hop was aborted
So Nas breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image
Spit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V at the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett
You ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
Hip-hop was aborted
So Nas breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image
Spit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V at the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett
You ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
LucaBrasi
West Coast Legend
I don't think about it nikkaz talkin' there's a lot of gossip
That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a plant yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris
Y'all nikkaz roll with any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars
That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a plant yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris
Y'all nikkaz roll with any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars
Khalil's_Black_Excellence
The King of Fighters
"I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home"
"Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Compulsive, with malice insentitives, the foulest of bytches
Hung up my riches, her childest wishes
Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip and you fold'
So when your click roll, I let my clips go, nikkas on opposite polls
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
Inhuman, living hostile opposed
To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon nikkas in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul nikkas
See nikkas & blacks, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target
We shoot you and chill, chrome objects
Hit you in your projects, its street anomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painting
Get off your ass, stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay margariting
While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment
Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me
They ice grill me, but on the low, nikkas feel me
You gotta love it, you gotta love it"
"Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool"
"nikkaz thinkin shyt sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bytch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, nikkaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shyt on some Mobb shyt
We mobbin, puttin nikkaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod"
*in an interview response regarding Beanie Segal*
"What he needs a stern look in his eyes, followed by a hug and a firm handshake" or something like that. shyt was hilarious.
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home"
"Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Compulsive, with malice insentitives, the foulest of bytches
Hung up my riches, her childest wishes
Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip and you fold'
So when your click roll, I let my clips go, nikkas on opposite polls
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
Inhuman, living hostile opposed
To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon nikkas in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul nikkas
See nikkas & blacks, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target
We shoot you and chill, chrome objects
Hit you in your projects, its street anomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painting
Get off your ass, stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay margariting
While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment
Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me
They ice grill me, but on the low, nikkas feel me
You gotta love it, you gotta love it"
"Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool"
"nikkaz thinkin shyt sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bytch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, nikkaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shyt on some Mobb shyt
We mobbin, puttin nikkaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod"
*in an interview response regarding Beanie Segal*
"What he needs a stern look in his eyes, followed by a hug and a firm handshake" or something like that. shyt was hilarious.
egolessindigo
G O H A R D
I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his bytch ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with nikkas but now he's on to mad figgas
With mad bytches a sharp dresser
Cool nikka but about to be called out
By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his bytch ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with nikkas but now he's on to mad figgas
With mad bytches a sharp dresser
Cool nikka but about to be called out
By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
nevermind, found it...its "eye for an eye"
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Mike Statik
Pro
why shoot the breeze about it, when u can be about it