Nas ☆ The Genesis

Street’s disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I’m on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to
And you’re sitting at home doing this shit I should be earning a
medal for this Stop fucking around and be a man, there ain’t nothing out
here for you
Oh yes there isthis
Yo Nas
Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son
Chill chill, that’s the shit God, chill
Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man
Let’s count this money, nigguh
Aiyyo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what I’m sayin
Cause we spendin the Jacksons
Right, yeah
You know how we get down baby
True, true
Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the Projects
for a nigga yo, word to mother All them crab ass rappers
be comin up to me man word to mother man I think we need
to let them niggaz know it’s real man
True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it’s real you doin this
even without a record contract, knahmsayin
No question
Been doin this since back then
No doubt
I’m saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real
We trying to see many mansions andand Coupes kid
No doubt, we gon keep it real
True, true
Aiyyo where’s Grand Wizard and Mayo at man
Takin niggas a long time, man
Who got the Phillies Take this Hennessey
Aiyyo Dunn C’mon, c’mon, man stop waving that man
Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out
Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man
I’m saying take the clip man
C’mon, take it out
Light them Phillies up man
Niggaz stop fucking burning Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then
Pass that Amber Boch, pass that Amber Boch, nigga Act like you know
Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I ain’t fucking with you nigga
I’m saying though man
What is it, what is it baby
What is it Son, what is it
You know what time it is
I’m saying man, ya know what I’m saying
Niggaz don’t listen man, representing
It’s Illmatic