this is a song from the 2001 album "Stillmatic"...it has a good vibe
Lyrics:
Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that ...
this is a song from the 2001 album "Stillmatic"...it has a good vibe
Lyrics: Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said... If I, ever make a record I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project, ??? ??? I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets But look at me now
(Chorus) "You're the man" "You're the man"
But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la' I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings and Ghana stay So I could get on my flesh right away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't I must've been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne My destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful
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this song could almost represent this whole decade. if you had to pick one song that represented the vibe of things that happened: 9/11, politicians leaving their cancer-stricken wives; the war on terrorism; MJ's death, etc., I could see that vibe being this song.
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Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
"i saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky"