Post your most underrated Nas lyrics

[Big Mark]

For me, there are many but off the top of the head, I have the following:

1. "Admit I did, live a little bit
sweet pickle dikk, freaks licked on it,
lips I dripped on it, sex, I shot pearl necklaces
on necks and t*ts..."

Live Now-Nas

2. "I hope I'm rich on my last day
clutchin' some ass.
They say he came and went,
got a nut when he passed".

Triple Threat-Nas

More to come

 

[Mike the Executioner]

"You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes
I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies, the truth is"
-Ghetto Prisoners

"Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade, it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas"
-No Idea's Original

"I'm Huey P. in Louis V at the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett
And you ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don't know how high the sky is
The square mileage of Earth or what pi is
I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers"
-Queens Get the Money

 

[2ATMsYouSteppinOrWhat]

“Bond is my life so i live by my word
Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don’t make no herbs”

 

[2ATMsYouSteppinOrWhat]

“I live for street glory and i die for ghetto fame
Respect All Fear None, my pride is everything”

 

[Chip Skylark]

The hook to money over bullshyt!

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshyt, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshyt, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

 

[Pop123]

Bumpy Johnson style, old timers,
crocodile shoes /
pinky rings, bank robbers wit tools,
boss of wild crews /
slacks overlaps,
Applejack hats,
Cortefiel coats /
Cadillacs
with white walls and chrome wheel spokes /
they was organized, investing, had a piece of the hood /
they had drugs, betting numbers,
police understood /
they played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm...




Uneducated,
black youth, street diploma /
teach Greeks and Romans but the legacy was stolen / it's a Firm thing, genuinely gleam,
I wrote the theme /
on how to sell a million, while you crabs is mad at your promotion team

 

[Cladyclad]

Cmon nas stans. Don’t Kendrick y’all self. Bring some bars

 

[Mr. Negative]

Blessings in life to the children
They say life is like 5 days
Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair
His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me
Said evil bytches and jealous men would try to destroy me
It occurred to me, this old nikka's words couldn't be realer
I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya
'Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water
Ishmael, Moses and Job knew divine order
shyt is plastic material, havin' no life
I crash whips and leave it no matter the price
As long as I survive, coppin' the five
Circle the block where the beef's at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we life stealers
Hollow tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell
Dead is dead, fukkers
And your soul is with god
Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth
Watchin' your own murder reoccur

ages and ages ago, I posted these on another message board saying they were the epitome of what Nas as a rapper represents.

Storytelling, esoteric spiritualism, shyt that'll go over your head (there's Kabbalah shyt in there), flossin, lessons, murder plus stuff he's actually been through

I actually had it color coded

where is the Kaballah stuff?

rdit: my bad. it's not kabbalah, it's the great chain of being

 

[Ty-Fife]

Escobar life, gems and raw Timbs
Gators for pretty boy haters
In Vegas with chicks trickin’ fortunes
I'm glistening, housing cops whistling
Still I'm drifting in a high, blunts is like insulin
95-I, I drive high, zoning
Stash box zone in my trunk, I flash knots, teeth golden
Look at me now, Ma
Blowin’ but for how far?
Cars, cash, and bytches got me out more
And things you never dreamed I can vouch for
Snake nikkas slither on the A-alikes
I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike
Never the one to ask for the time to a saint
A mask and nine, I think, will make my problems sink
Down a canal, similar to how we drink
Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links
Drug money, snortin’ bytches, in the end of times
Got my nine, 'til I flatline, nikka, give me mine

 

[Mr. Negative]

I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shyt
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bytches who famous
Pretty dikk, puttin stitches in they anus
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only nikka Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nikka

there was actually a point where Nas lost me as a fan. I can't say he really lost me, cause I still bought everything.

As much as nikkas hate on Nastradamus, it seemed to me like there was glimpses of the Nas I remembered in there.

Then he spit this on that Wu album, and my faith was restored.

same shyt as the last verse I posted. Watch as he weaves a stream of conscious narrative that's disjointled like when you're too high, but it paints and weaves stuff together like animated film

 

[Figaro]

Weed smoke, three tokes, nikka, pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many

 

[Trajan]

Tats are hieroglyphics
Lipstick on the collar
I got more to lose than you do but I'm a rider
When did the rules change?
Y'all living trendy on pennies
Meeting deadlines with ease, no game
You fire, I'm butane
Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My nikkas looking like black crows at packed shows
The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen



Nas was flexing hard on that verse

 

[Pop123]

Never knew murder til I seen my man get popped /
no blood soakin,
layin there, eyes still open /
I got a little closer, put my hand on his bomb /
He was looking right thru me yo, staring beyond /
I wonder what he saw,
the limos, movies and tours? /
Did he die in vain or represent for the cause?

 

[Trajan]

I pull a string on the lamp and shyt darkens
I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparking
Convo weak and I don't really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
Alky on the Henny, woozy in the head, wobbling
Gucci pillow on the bed, while she giving nogging
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol and Spain, bring a book about Stalin
Dinner serenaded with a violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing ( Vulgar )
Gotta be a fly bytch to hang around that fly shyt
Fine dining Olive Garden
Nah bytch, Nas is In the real deal
Food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top-notch watches
Rolexes, synonymous shyt I'm copping

Effortless stunting. Goddamn

 

[Jimmy the gent]

shyt is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson

Nas - it's mine