YourMajesty
F*ck Ya Corny Debates
"Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine/ Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My bytch, In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around to fly shyt.
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders, Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles/ Money, jewelry want me to come, get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history/ Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me/
This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty/ Pain, power, p*ssy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me/ Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo/ Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though"
Nas floated on that first verse

who thought that was a good idea fam. It just doesn't make sense...