Random Nas Bars Thread

[metal face terrorist]

Niggaz don't want beef they vegetarian

Scared of pussy you climbed out a caesarian

I push ya grown ass back in your mothers womb

You need nine more months

Your crews nine more punks

You rhyme on stuff and claim I didn't sign y'all up

If I sign y'all I'm on dust

 

[metal face terrorist]

What if I told you that AZ didnt exist

And I put him there, played it like a ventriloquist

Cause niggaz spit fake shit and y'all respect it

I spit that real shit and y'all won't buy the record

What if me and the rapper homie was really cool

And we used that whole thing as a media tool

would you say I was a sucka or say I was savvy

If I told you motherfucka's that me and K wasnt married

What if Jungle wrote my shit, and I'm really illiterate

And the whole Nas catalogue was just an experiment

 

[metal face terrorist]

Kill all you fucks, easy

I be on the golf cart, sleepy

Y’all beneath me

Y’all be at the pawn shop, pawnin’ watches

Obnoxious, can’t stop us, we shottas

Say you killin’ Pablo? Impossible

Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best

Unfulfilled promises

I feel intelligence is my wealth

However, how enormous is Nas’ pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers

 

[metal face terrorist]

I'm done. This nigga the GOAT.

The last of the fucking genre like...

Niggas can't be serious

Still the grittiest, point blank period

Flow tight as a midget's closet

As tight as a prison block is

No sight of po-lice, when we riot

Fighting the system fire

Get quiet, when I'm approaching

Get tires, jump out the roses

Sip Meyer's Rum out in open

I'm smoking that hydro, choking

I'm scoping, my eyes are on you

Don't reach cause I tried to warn you

No street corner Nas won't come to

To bomb you, 4 5's will harm you

Eccentric, I'm live but calm too

Cordial, but crazy cautious

Roll through with some crazy gorgeous

Hoes, bodies like lady horses

Like...a whole stampede serious

Y'all niggas is funny like Eddie Murphy's "Delirious"

 

[JDSTAYWITIT]

She a ain't a politician, honey's a po-le-tician

#BARS

NAS THE GOD

 

[BobOblah]

N.A.S. mean Niggas Against Society

Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me

 

[supergangster]

Next thing you know he packing

So then I asked him

What's this white shit on that plate and your face?

Papa why you butt ass from the waist

And who's this lady I'm facing

Dark skin you're not my mommy

He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me

Promised things that he would buy me

If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell mommy

He said one day I'll understand little me

What's in you, is inside me

That just shows how good Nas is... I mean that's not even my favorite bars from that song. Daymn.

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble

Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated

And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'

When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail

Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'

Instead of movin' forward, to blow up so what's the science?

 

[NothingButTheTruth]

Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers

In army boots, yelling "Join the armed forces!"

We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons

Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes

There's still a lot of nigga crawling in the corporate offices

War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us

They won't be serving the beast too long

The murderers wearing police uniforms, Confederate flags I burn

...

Turning nothing into something is God work

And you get nothing without struggle and hard work

 

[illedout]

Oh you didn't, wanna know whose life Was Written

The life I'm livin

The ice the women

The kites that sendin to lifeless biddin

The streets to prison

I touch you then buck you

Heats be spittin

La-ser, AR fifteen doors come down

Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound

Your ho, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found..

LOL..

At one point NAS was borderline terrorizing the ROC..

 

[Elzo69Renaissance]

Oh you didn't, wanna know whose life Was Written

The life I'm livin

The ice the women

The kites that sendin to lifeless biddin

The streets to prison

I touch you then buck you

Heats be spittin

La-ser, AR fifteen doors come down

Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound

Your ho, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found..

LOL..

At one point NAS was borderline terrorizing the ROC..

Bodied them for dolo

 

[Kalecrunch]

Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony

Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie

Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me?

See the yac' got to me, then the gat got to me...

Ghetto Rich Rmx

 

[trilladelic]

Foxy got you hot, cause you kept your face in her puss

What you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks

Ne-gro please, you no mustache having

With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you wack

who else heard this^^shit & was like

 

[rip.dilla]

Bruh .. SMH

Spoiler

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist

Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches

Hung up my riches, her childest wishes

Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes

Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough

Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo'

So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls

I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole

Inhuman, living hostile opposed

To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes

Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor

Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas

See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference

Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens

You can't be a kingpin when you snitching

Regardless, we still make you a target

We shoot you and chill, chrome objects

Hit you in your projects, its street anomics

This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics

Miserable cats, hunger painting

Get off your ass, stop complaining

My crew be in Montego Bay margariting

While you home, waiting your arraignment

This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment

Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me

They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me.. .

You gotta love it, you gotta love it

 

[rip.dilla]

In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria

This line applies to me .. LOL

 

[50/50]

squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper

platinum patron-drinker, stacking that grown paper

god pushed me out his nuts

the devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts

War (DJ Clue Version)

 

[50/50]

check it, bust it

tune it up it's the corrupt novelist, Nas involved in this

liveness radio waves slaves thrive inside of this

wake up show flow, hip-hop's alarm clock, the bomb spot

mellow with ganja, that makes my eyes turn yellow

Wake up Show Anthem

 

[achewon87]

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split

Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin, my architect pleases

When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus...

 

[S2J]

Blood and white chalk make pink, so whats that make you?

 

[Weazel]

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split

Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin, my architect pleases

When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America

Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria

My troops roll up with a strange force

I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source

Swimming in women like a lifeguard

Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard

Kidnap the President's wife without a plan

And hanging niggas like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics till the sound wave's over

Before stepping to me you'd rather step to Jehovah

Slamming MC's on cement

Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient

I move swift and uplift your mind

Shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme

Rapping sniper, speaking real words

My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard

My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic

Nas (at age 17), from "Main Source – Live at the Barbeque"