Random Nas Bars Thread

[ojos_negros]

GOAT thread

 

[Elzo69Renaissance]

Nas the Goat

 

[Elzo69Renaissance]

Peace to the 5% ers, online engine inventors

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

If money's ya religion sky's the limit live life

Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream

Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king

 

[5 Grand]

If money's ya religion sky's the limit live life

Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream

Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king

It's like he's on a spiritual level that makes other rappers look like nursery rhymes

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya

The government watchin all of those who thuggin it

They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it

Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass

The shots ring out, whenever we clash

...

Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness

Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms

With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built

 

[lordhonka2]

Why didn't you just post a link to the song if you just going to paste all the verses? Lol.

The following bars are some of my all time favorite in rap, however:

"Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches

Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga, thankful

When them killers came through, guns out, moving

I thank the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting"

what crazy is i have heard this a million times but just reading it out of context..... it is a very powerful visual.

 

[Go figure]

"How am I not gonna wanna make millions"

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

Life is short is what some nigga said

Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did

And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us

Fast food, cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses, it's all poison

...

Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices

When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions

Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them

Up late night, on they mother's cordless

Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream

Will make them better when they're gorgeous

...



The Chinamen built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim

And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em

They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "hell-day"

Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy

...

Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison

How could you call yourself MC's

You ain't poison

Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison

...

I contemplate, believing in karma

Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow

I know some bitches who be sleeping on niggas' dreams. They leave

When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees

Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds

Instead of taking care of em, they're spending money on trees

I pray for you, deadbeat daddies

Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you

Now you old and you getting shitted on

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

Real men we have a code of ethics

No question

No jealousies

No feminine tendencies

We expecting

No gossip

No phony logic

No counting your homey pocket

Spare no expense for legal defense

If your homey locked up

No keeping tabs

On who was the last who looked out

Selfishness

That's a character flaw

No holding out

Yo what happened to the honor

You're dealing with

Sensitive Primadonna drama

Teflon love

For my dudes who solid

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

Through the lights cameras and action, glamor 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

 

[metal face terrorist]

Perseverance, see the fake hustler rapper

To them, it hurts to hear this

Oh you went platinum, yeah that's nice

Now let me see you do the same thing twice

Three times, four times, then a couple of mo' times

Please, you're Amateur Night, it's Showtime

 

[metal face terrorist]

Take It In Blood - the whole fucking song. Don't know how to post YouTube videos.

 

[supergangster]

nas got so manyy bars shit is crazy. when he dies i will cry like a baby

 

[za'kiss]

"Take It In Blood" is indeed one giant quotable. Arguably my favorite Nas joint.

 

[illedout]

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

The scene from "Belly" came from this verse..

 

[5 Grand]

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

The scene from "Belly" came from this verse..

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

Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

This was the GOAT multi before "Twinz 98" came out.

 

[illedout]

I just burnt my American flag

And sent three cracker nazis to hell and I'm sad

Ugh, I'm loading tips in my mag

To send these redneck biggots to some death in a bag

Choke him out with his confederate flag

I know these devils are mad

Little rap fans who live way out in safe suburbia

Would you stand with me, a United States murdurer?

~Testify~

 

[metal face terrorist]

Cain who that hoe in your sig nigga?

 

[dalyricalbandit]

I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings

To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things

Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries

Pass out papers that read: Love God

See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops

I watch because every thugs face is my mirror

But this was one in particular

This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro

16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go

Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke

He insane, already gone mad

Blames himself for his setbacks

Dangerous street corners where his sets at

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Chasin' him, his ass was flarin'

Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin'

He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin'

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion