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"My first tool 22s,

I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels

gold chains, halloween,

we bombed sunday schools"

' Nas Freestyle'

The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes of Funk - Funkmaster Flex
 
Ryhmes, cash, weed, cars,

ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars

Gat slingers now rap singers is

who we are, Nasty to Nas,

Nas to Escobar

Kalecrunch;6816716 said:
"My first tool 22s,

I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels

gold chains, halloween,

we bombed sunday schools"

' Nas Freestyle'

The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes of Funk - Funkmaster Flex
 
...My junior high school class, wish I stayed there

Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there

Blaming society, mad, it wasn't made fair

I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse, and so I was
 
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it, my religion is reefer

Big money'n to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with

My visions are realistic, nothing is figurative

I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live

Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled

Who we stomp, kicked in the head, and who we left for dead

Who are you niggaz? Why argue, niggaz?

The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggaz

They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this

Pointin to they scars like, "Right here, baby, really Nas did this"

Like a badge of honor, not braggin I'm just honest

War stories we tell 'em, nothing's realer than karma

Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey

Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply

Shatterin your silence, passing round the chalice

Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery

Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with

Fuck your ice, I rock rubies - amethyst

I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie - scandalous

This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
 
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

'Let My Niggas Live'
 
These two verses right here...

How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich

Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick

So if he feed ya family and he serve you shit

Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch

Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life

Dwellin' on the past when you was alright

When you was gettin' cash but wasn't too bright

Now ya luck down you feel like bustin' them shells

Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self

Want niggas to show you, how to come up wit' green

I schemed since I'm 14s, what the fuck was your dream?

Rental cars, little broads, sayin' you was seen

With little niggas, little chain, you was doin' ya thing

How high was I? You the thousandth guy

That came around thinkin' we can see, eye to eye

We on a different echelon, coulda got bread together

Now you gets deaded on

She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle

Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure

Bellinis by the glassful, said she been meaning to ask who

Who in need of cash who, who could blast tools

And I'm eatin' cashews, knew she was bad news

But we mad cool, nothin' sexual cause I knew her since high school

Grew up with my dudes, like one of my crew

She worked for Fox News

One of her mans that she lent her drop to

Won't come back wit' it so she want him clapped in it

Says it's important that it looks like an accident

She was snortin' and her eyes had bags in it

She was recordin', had a wire, askin' shit

Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks

Crossed the line from her world of news castin'

To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone backwards

Still dreamin'
 
Black hoods, cops and projects. Sewers flooded w/ foul blockage

the gutters wild and every child watches

chains and top locks get ripped off hinges, doors kicked off

drunks stagger off Smirnoff, wipe ya beard off

 
Niggas is still hating

Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming

He'd rather floss with diamonds

They pray "please God let him spit that Uzi in the army linen

That shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wop in the park reclining"

Take 27 emcee's put them in a line and they're out of alignment

my assignment since he said retirement

hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic

Gets rich but dies rhyming

This is hot science

Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more

I've over their heads

Like a bulimic on a seesaw

Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
 

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