Nefflum nigga
Bred from insolence
When he say that kelis line?
Favorite Nas Quotables :ahh:
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Broccoli Rob
TTG LOL
MaybachMusic
Rookie
These are my favorite quotes by Nas. They touch you intellectually:
I saw on T.V. today this man lost his son, his son died. So he had him cremated, took the ashes and then made it into a diamond ring. Now he watches his son shine everyday. I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray.
Nas
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does, even if you murdered or robbed, ya its wrong, but God loves, take one step toward him hell take two toward you, even when all else fails, Godll support you.
Nas
I broke into Shakespeares tomb and stole his remains, grinded the bones, smoked it, then got in the game.
Nas
I saw on T.V. today this man lost his son, his son died. So he had him cremated, took the ashes and then made it into a diamond ring. Now he watches his son shine everyday. I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray.
Nas
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does, even if you murdered or robbed, ya its wrong, but God loves, take one step toward him hell take two toward you, even when all else fails, Godll support you.
Nas
I broke into Shakespeares tomb and stole his remains, grinded the bones, smoked it, then got in the game.
Nas
Capostatus
Rookie
Summer house be sipping rum
Laying lazy in the recliner
couple days in my ashtray,
smoke signals form the haze
i stick my finger though it
the ring of smoke broke symbolize weak guys
pop the strong link off
the infrastructure caves in, amazing
i aint have to read the art of war to slay men
very underrated
Laying lazy in the recliner
couple days in my ashtray,
smoke signals form the haze
i stick my finger though it
the ring of smoke broke symbolize weak guys
pop the strong link off
the infrastructure caves in, amazing
i aint have to read the art of war to slay men
very underrated
Always like this line. And it has only got truer(is that a word?) the older I have got..
The Message
"But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers, word up"
The Message
"But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers, word up"
Blayze_One
Rookie
the streets raised me up, givin a fukk, i thought jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up
nikkas hate what they don't understand, fear what they can't counquer, guess that's just the theory of man
the reason i wanna be alone is i'm tired of all the thing that went wrong that woulda went right if i did it on my own
gun inside my bad hand i sliced tryin to bag grams
nikkas hate what they don't understand, fear what they can't counquer, guess that's just the theory of man
the reason i wanna be alone is i'm tired of all the thing that went wrong that woulda went right if i did it on my own
gun inside my bad hand i sliced tryin to bag grams
Coach Gully
Much Respect
This line on Nas is like always stuck out to me:
Much to success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Much to success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Alexander Wiggin
All Star
- Too much thugs and alcohol, what a mixture
Just picture... ya life as a whole judged in court with convictions
They telling u your state of mind, like you worthless
So he curses, his moms saying Bible Verses
That's all she works with
But miracles, neva leave the churches
Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase...
A house, with a swimming pool
Labels me a sinning fool
I'm just a nikka who inherited a winning jewel
To be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect...
This and all respect through is the essential
The streets life, hustlin the struggle broke ghettos
Ballin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettle
There's a Lee-V on my T.V,
Lifestyles of living easy
Got my crew tense, plottin to gips... to get whips... with V.V.'s
Pushing cakes... new and erect is what ten plates
Celebrating and Elevation in the seeds that we make...
So How You Like That?
- I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their
leafs
It's just like rap, some will buzz some will attack,
compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest
of my nikkas
But I’m the best whoever did it
Yo blow faces, fo-fo blazes, no one's safe
This music mogul rollin wit a hundred soldiers
Gangstas we postal
Oh you didn't, want to know whose life Was Written
The life I'm livin
The ice the women
The kites that sendin to lifeless biddin
The streets to prison
I touch you then buck you
Heats be spittin
La-ser, are fifteen doors come down
Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound
Your hoe, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found
This dough I got, I spend it and toss around
New York it's time we flip it, where you from?
Ladies, it's time we flip it, where you from?
Now tell me who was the true thugs in videos first?
Who had the projects behind us, who bit it the worst?
We from the largest project, yo the biggest on earth
Queensbridge know they history, left y'all cursed 'cause
I drank Moet with Medusa give her shootgun in hell
Begin like violin, end like Leviathan
It's deep well let me try again
My skin is a art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
fukk did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker
Just picture... ya life as a whole judged in court with convictions
They telling u your state of mind, like you worthless
So he curses, his moms saying Bible Verses
That's all she works with
But miracles, neva leave the churches
Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase...
A house, with a swimming pool
Labels me a sinning fool
I'm just a nikka who inherited a winning jewel
To be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect...
This and all respect through is the essential
The streets life, hustlin the struggle broke ghettos
Ballin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettle
There's a Lee-V on my T.V,
Lifestyles of living easy
Got my crew tense, plottin to gips... to get whips... with V.V.'s
Pushing cakes... new and erect is what ten plates
Celebrating and Elevation in the seeds that we make...
So How You Like That?
- I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their
leafs
It's just like rap, some will buzz some will attack,
compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest
of my nikkas
But I’m the best whoever did it
Yo blow faces, fo-fo blazes, no one's safe
This music mogul rollin wit a hundred soldiers
Gangstas we postal
Oh you didn't, want to know whose life Was Written
The life I'm livin
The ice the women
The kites that sendin to lifeless biddin
The streets to prison
I touch you then buck you
Heats be spittin
La-ser, are fifteen doors come down
Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound
Your hoe, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found
This dough I got, I spend it and toss around
New York it's time we flip it, where you from?
Ladies, it's time we flip it, where you from?
Now tell me who was the true thugs in videos first?
Who had the projects behind us, who bit it the worst?
We from the largest project, yo the biggest on earth
Queensbridge know they history, left y'all cursed 'cause
I drank Moet with Medusa give her shootgun in hell
Begin like violin, end like Leviathan
It's deep well let me try again
My skin is a art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
fukk did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker
Always I'm in some shyt, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dikk, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
The barrel is my dikk, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now
You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin home wantin more from a college degree
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
Preachers touching on altar boys
Sodomizing not realizing God is watching before the Lord
How can they do the devil's work?
A man giving another man head in church
Hell it hurts just to fathom the thought wishing that I fled the Earth.
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm
up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early
Sunshine on my grill, I spill
Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo, challenge any team or solo
You must be buggin out, new to my shyt, home on a furlough
Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
Mafioso, gettin nikkaz wigs sprayed up
Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
in a sentence, paragraph's indented
Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
Openin cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof
shyttin like gin and prune juice
Yo the system wants the c00n's noose, hang em high
Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I
just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years
in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia
for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither
like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo)
You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin home wantin more from a college degree
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
Preachers touching on altar boys
Sodomizing not realizing God is watching before the Lord
How can they do the devil's work?
A man giving another man head in church
Hell it hurts just to fathom the thought wishing that I fled the Earth.
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm
up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early
Sunshine on my grill, I spill
Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo, challenge any team or solo
You must be buggin out, new to my shyt, home on a furlough
Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
Mafioso, gettin nikkaz wigs sprayed up
Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
in a sentence, paragraph's indented
Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
Openin cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof
shyttin like gin and prune juice
Yo the system wants the c00n's noose, hang em high
Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I
just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years
in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia
for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither
like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo)
perfectblack999
All Star
Bring back Arsenio,
hip hop was aborted So Nas breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image, spit it
Im Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy Throwing Molotovs for Emmitt
sh*t was deep as f*ck...I think alot of ppl didn't catch it
hip hop was aborted So Nas breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image, spit it
Im Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy Throwing Molotovs for Emmitt
sh*t was deep as f*ck...I think alot of ppl didn't catch it
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
Easily Nas best verse ever
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
fukk a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad
For the weekend hittin L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
You see the streets had me stressed something terrible
fukking with the corners have a nikka up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops
He said "Nas, nikkas cold be busting off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black trey-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it, this little b*stard
Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shyt
I had to school him, told him don't let nikkas fool him
Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when nikkas are struck, families fukked up
Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'mma ghost, I rose
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
fukk a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad
For the weekend hittin L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
You see the streets had me stressed something terrible
fukking with the corners have a nikka up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops
He said "Nas, nikkas cold be busting off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black trey-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it, this little b*stard
Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shyt
I had to school him, told him don't let nikkas fool him
Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when nikkas are struck, families fukked up
Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'mma ghost, I rose
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love