Random Nas Bars Thread

[Chi Snow]

I like to teach and build

With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil

All you need is some skill

Then it’s grindtime

Imagination better than knowledge, ask Einstein

 

[Chi Snow]

When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites

Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet

 

[Chi Snow]

I'm a street lifer

Always harrassed by the cee cyphers

Chief like Geronimo with his peace pipe

I emerged from the street life

This for the homies who relate

Know what it be like

 

[Chi Snow]

Only like a woman who's a rider, But only ho's want me

Single life crazy, niggas wives on me

I say stay faithful, they say their man corny

So I'm, stuck with a married woman

So fine, cheatin while they husband

Rushing on the 40-yard line, wonder if

This is what my ex did the whole time

 

[Vader_F_Kennedy]

The buck that bought tha bottle coulda struck the lotto

 

[nex gin]

My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath

I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps

Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond

Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining

You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra

Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot, vocals'll squeeze Glocks

MC's eavesdrop though they need not to sneak

My poetry's deep I never fail

Nas' raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell

 

[nex gin]

So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop

Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops

He said "Nas, niggas cold be busting off the roof

So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black trey-deuce"

He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black

We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks

I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard

Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him

Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one

Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up

Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up

At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul

Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style

Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes

Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

And told my little man I'mma go I spose

Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose

Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above

Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love

 

[lordhonka2]

"i'm like saddam hussein, stil alive, lookin' at his dead children's burnt remains."

 

[lordhonka2]

Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns

I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns

I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first

I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to

So there it is I'mma prince I'm against lames

Who do minor shit swear they on the top of they game

one of my favorite

 

[S2J]

Ghandi was a...Ghandhi was a fool,

Ngga fight to the death

The US army is a school that teach ya plights of conquests

My goodness.

to me thats one of the best quotables in his catalog and the way he implemented it into that particular song. classic.

Yea man the way he just threw it out there and just kept movin 'nah thats weak', ill.

 

[S2J]

Yo, I flow calm but don't push

What if Saddam hung Bush?

What if 'One Mic' was called one hook?

What if the Bridge neva showed me how to hold a weapon?

What if I ran up in that sick chick wit no protection?

What if I neva wore an Army jacket?

Carhartt to match it, unlaced Timbs

The hood on my first album cover under plastic

What if I was another corny rapper?

What if I went instead of Notorious?

Who would tell my story after?

What if I love less and lust more?

If Obama was on Rushmore

Would Ali give Tyson a bust jaw?

What if I neva glared out that project window?

Would neva be scared for the life of me and my kinfolk

What if that gun pin broke?

I would neva linked back in the Enzo, all red

What if real niggas was all dead?

What if Hilary and them was Reptilian?

And 2012 was the end of men and all world civilians?

 

[S2J]

Teddy Pendegrast crashed with a transvestite on his best night

but nigga not me on a hot night

I'm with a sister whose thick as shit and she knock kneed

Level 7

 

[Chase N Bundlez]

Was classified as the bastard who died

rumors say I came back alive with an axe

and attacked niggas actin' like Nas

my passion is to capitalize

come through my hood you get jacked for your ride

catch you from the passengers side

my words turn the sea red

like the eyes of a weed head

ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs

I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped

your soul go further up than astronauts

I talk it and live it

ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness

'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers

in Newyork I'm the realest

predicted by fortune tellers

sick with the talkin' methods

AK's, Berettas

my whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis

rammin' niggas like St. Louis, we dough getters

and ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us

nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us

Ugh!

verse 2

When ya'll niggas fall

and start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall

I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ball

with Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing

princess cut chains

I bend bitches like bike frames

my tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightning

I'll have her wearin' tight jeans

givin' nice brains in a white Range

pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame

I'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus

we flowin' to St. Thomas

jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds

matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches

even the paparazzi tries to peep us

disguised with dark shades and fake beards

a lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here

but I showed the tabloids bogus passports

I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy.

verse 3

Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'

wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my shit

Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz

watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians

I hit it of course, I did it to floss

the last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross

Esco, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula

'cause I'm in a castle with a bitch cold waxin' her

I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula

pass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor

'till I meet a gangsta bitch, give her banks to hit

in return all she wants to do is drink the dick

Fuck street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos

stomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinos

a Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga reload

we keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo

 

[Listencloser]

"When a fiend comes around that block happy as hell, niggas mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sell"

 

[Listencloser]

Cut it with the whole verses shit. Stick with the 1 or 2 liners so the thread can flow.

 

[Listencloser]

"I guess its best to decide not to decide, that's just my decision.

Whatever happens happens, I'll keep making my millions."

-speaking on his tax problems and losing the ATL home.

 

[1of1]

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver

My man put the battery in my back a difference from Energizer

Sentence begins indented, with formality

My duration's infinite money wise or physiology

Poetry that's a part of me retardedly bop

I drop the ancient manifested hip hop, straight off the block

I reminisce on park jams...

 

[1of1]

I got that confident soul for those locked in a hole

Inhumane livin' hostile opposed, to livin' on the street

Proper from my top to my toes, Aeropostale my clothes

Vernon N*****s in Suburbans wit' liquor proposterous foes finicky foul N*****s

 

[5 Grand]

But in the projects, I vision Muhammad, in linen garments

Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet

And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah

Fist full of dollars in the dice game, God

The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance

Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the medicine man

I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies

Young girls are unfastening their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic

All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary

N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me

^^^^Its unbelievable what he talked about in those 10 bars. He went from religion, to sociology, to rapping about the hood all in 10 bars. I swear Nas deserves a crown for this rap shit.

And its not just the line I posted, I goated and cosigned about 10 bars that other people posted.

 

[1of1]

Some girls get too emotional fanatic extremists

Compulsive, with malice incentives

The foulest of bitches hunger my riches

Her childish wishes, be suspicious of those swimmin' wit' fishes them hoes

Conspicuous and it shows