smmfh that after 12 pages of reading THIS WAS NEVER MENTIONED NOT ONCE
"Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchanantly
I'm raunchy, but things I do that's real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads, profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
Pretty things in life, props is a true thugs wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, and do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual.................................Nas= Verbal Intercouse ('95' Hip-Hop Quotable of the Year)
"What's love when you don't give your man enough doe
He wanna stick you?
What's love, you got beef
Nobody rollin wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, cuz you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
then you see him andgive him dap, now explain that
What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de, can't look in yo face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam?
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze wit em the next day?
God forbid, one of my niggaz get hit, I'mma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'mma spray fire
But everybody's different, you don't know how you react
Til you in that position, and that's a natural fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret being grimey
What's lust? a bust nut? what's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up"......................Nas 2nd Verse LIFE WE CHOSE
I'm a prison cell, six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter
If the court parole ya, then another con enters
No remorse for ya tears, I seen em too often
When you cry, I make you feel alive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat, play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that when you free, then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage, no matter your age
I can shatter you, turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya life, that's if you get a chance to get out
Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunning, when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one, that got your weapons when the beef is coming
Maybe one day, I'll open my arms to release you
You'll always be my property, nigga stay legal"........................Nas verse LAST WORDS
There is only one beer left
Rappers all screaming in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me
Do a number on the label
Eat up all their MC's and drink em under the table like
It's on me
Put it on my tab kid
However you get there
Foot it, cab it, Iron Horse it
You leaving on your face forfeit
I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him get off it, and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money
DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelons stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough
The group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read to wide load, this yard bird taste like fried toad
Turned love villain
Take pride and code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still speaking in rhymes, as an old fart
Study how to eat to dine by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly, to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call him super, when they need their back or plumbing fixed
How's there only one left, the pack come in six
Whatever happened to two and three
A hood tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like what you doing G
Don't make 'em have to get to cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me
Looser than a pair of adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Redhead Kingpin
Dude can't do his thing again no matter how he blingin
You do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for tellie tubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash, and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shottie, nobody move nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy, I'm going to war
Came in the door, now everybody on the floor
A whole string of jobs, like we are on tour
Everynight, on the score, coming to your corner store"........................MF Doom ONE BEER
