THE OFFICIAL NaS QUOTABLES THREAD!

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"I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things" - THUGZ MANSION
 
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I saw my life flash in front of my eyes

he wore disguise

put a gun to me hungry he

went on to chastize

That's Nas ain't it

made it rich from entertainment

fresh wally's painted

as he told the kid he came with

my first thought was how the game flip

Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked

drunk in a party on yak

or was I marked for a contract

for some foul act

i did a while back or either beyond that

he got me laying face flat

saying my grace black

woke up in a cold sweat

Yo, I hate that
 
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I'm a street lifer, always harassed by the C-ciphers

Chief-like, Geronimo with his peace pipe

I emerged from the street life

This for the homies who relate, know what it be like

My QB life

Taken and turned to the Louie XIII light

Twisted and mangled sorta like Bruce Lee life

Cursed with his son Brandon if that's you and me knight

I pray our fate's greater

I speak like I still matter as a rapper, not doubtin'

Even Toni Braxton signed a deal with Craig Kallman

How in, the hell am I supposed to stay comfy?

When I pay child support, alimony, monthly?

Got Maserati's and Ferrari's

Only like a woman whose a rider but only hoes want me

Single life crazy, niggas wives on me

I say stay faithful, they say their man corny

So I'm stuck with some married woman, so fine

Cheatin' while their husband rushin' on the 40 yard line

Wonder if this is what my ex did the whole time

Good niggas seem to always end up with some hard times, hope not

If a pimp slippin' in a hoe plot, ain't nothin' to it G

In a two-tone drop, kid

And it don't stop, see a nigga disappearin'

With the baddest honey's in the whole spot, yeah

My skin is a art gallery, right

With paintings of crucifixes

Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business

Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders

But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships

Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor

How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse

Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones

Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex

And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des

Got guns when I'm with my daughter

Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence

She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons

Black princess it's a ugly world

I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl

Could you believe even my shadow's jealous

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs

Though my songs come from the Father

I'm lonely...

Hold me, it's gettin' darker
 
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No certificate for this misfit who handle business/ the odds stacked against him/

he fights back mackin' benzes/ never puts cash before friendship/

he laughs last/ as some die young/ he still exsting/ somehow he got around the

pitfalls of the system

(Leaders)

Salty niggas hate the smart ones/ these are doubters who are sour about my run/

i barely made it out the slums/ my value high/ cause i do more than rap about a gun

(friends)
 
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Got 2 many of these where do i start.........

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

Nasty Nasdaq

Y'all going to bow holmes, it's Dow Jones

.80 cal chrome

Needed time alone to zone

The mack left his iPhone and his 9 at home

My queen used the milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughter houses

I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses

This is that nigga shit that's on the album

For the niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses

Bring back Arsenio

Hip-hop was aborted

So Nas breathes life, back into the embryo

Let us make man in our image

Spit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V throwing Molotov for Emmit

You aint as hot as I is

All of these fake prophets are not messiahs

You don't know how high the sky is

The square milage of Earth, or what pi is

I'm the shaky hand that touched Geogre Foreman in Zaire

The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers (Queens get the money)

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 gettin, he deserve your bitch (Still Dreamin)

Y'all exploit rap culture, then y'all flip on us

And you own the Post, and y'all shit on us (Sly Fox)

It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison

Rappers only talk about ki's, its all poison

How could you call yourself emcees you ain't poison

Think about the kids you mislead with the poison

And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison

Who want beef now, my heat shell anoint them, plaow (What goes around)

I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds

My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees

May the children come in all colors, change like leaves

but hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's

with blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me

Each channelin, from past to present times, heaven shines

light on those, innocent to how the world grows

Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes

And you accounted for, everything that you heard

Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words

My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies (Ghetto Prisoners)

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack

Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts

Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera

Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed up

So I be ghost from my projects

I take my pen and pad for the week

And hitting L's while I'm sleeping

A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone

To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home (One Love)

Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped

No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open

I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm

He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond

I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours

Did he die in vain or represent for the cause

Now I put his name on everything I'm involved

And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll (My Way)
 
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Escobar life gems and raw timbs/Gators for pretty boy haters in vegas wit chick trickin' fortunes/I'm glistens housin' cops whistlin'/Still I'm driftin' the high blunts like insulins."
 
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Dam wheres the love for this thread. Nas got so many quotes should b 50 pages in here

Some revolutionaries do live long

Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due time

Everybody has rights, can I use mine?

Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that's too fine?

Got a swell life, tell me will I lose mine?

Every time I turn around somebody new dying

Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur'an?

And was it a lightning storm

That gave birth to the earth

And then dinosaurs were born?

Who made up words? who made up numbers?

And what kind of spell is mankind under?

At funerals my eyes swell up

Look at my dog lay in the casket

Twin shotgun barrels had blasted

And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper

as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin

It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?

It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by

Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room

I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons

And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead

inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..
 
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Assassinations

Diplomatic relations

Killed indigenous people

Built a new nation

Involuntary labor

Took a knife split a woman naval

Took her premature baby

Let her man see you rape her

If I could travel to the 1700's

I'd push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite

Through your covenant

Love to sit in on the Senate

And tell the whole government

Y'all don't treat women fair

She read about herself in the bible

Believing she the reason sin is here

You played her, with an apron

Like bring me my dinner, dear

She the ****** here

Ain't we in the free world

Death penalty in Texas kill young boys and girls

Barbarity, I'm in the double-R casually

Bugging how I made it out the hood, dazzle me

How far we really from third world savagery

When the empire fall, imagine how crazy that'll be

- America
 
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I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I'm deceased, by then the beast will rise like yeast

to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police paying me to give them my gun

Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son

Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly

I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me

-this is why hes called nasty nas
 
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[Nas]

Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret

I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus

in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis

My actions are one with the seasons

A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time I rock a fur

Mega popular, center of attraction

Climaxin, my bitches they be laughin

They high from sniffin coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson

City lights spark a New York night

Rossi and Martini sippin, Sergio Tachinni flippin mad pies

low price, I blow dice and throw em

Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan

My niggaz roll in ten M3's

Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's

Hip-Hop's got me on some ol', sprayin shots like a drumroll

Blankin out and never miscount the shells my gun hold

I don't stunt, I regulate

Henny and Sprite, I seperate, watchin crab niggaz marinate

I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex

Israelite books, holdin government names from Ness

MC's are crawlin out, every hole in the slum

You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..

.. for, you wack MC's"

[Nas]

Currency is made in trust of the Messiah

I'm spending it to get higher

Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm

up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early

Sunshine on my grill, I spill

Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves

Latter Day Saints say religious praise

I dolo, challenge any team or solo

You must be buggin out, new to my shit, home on a furlough

Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up

Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up

Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy

I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily

This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma

in a sentence, paragraph's indented

Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye

Openin cigars, let tobacco fly

Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof

Shittin like gin and prune juice

Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang em high

Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I

just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years

in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia

for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither

like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo)

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..

.. for, you wack MC's"

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..

.. for, you wack MC's"

[Nas]

Lyrical, ly-lyrical mission..

Lyrical..

Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation

Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin

Individual, lyrical math abrasion

Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation

We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives

A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized

Wise men build and destroy

While the real McCoy dopefiend, named Detroit is still dealin boy

Coke suppliers actin biased

Cause rumors say that niggaz wear wires and we liars

But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired

I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's --

-- just the killer in me, slash drug dealer MC

Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler

Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow

Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow

rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes

Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those

Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it?

My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses

instead of the fake medallions

Rich niggaz transport in thousands

Foreign cash exchange amountin to millions

Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings

Trick bitches catching mad feelings

Peelin off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin

I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch

When we catch them sex niggaz with the tecs you blessed, word

So now it's on, never wasted a slug,

Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood

I dolo, challenge any team or solo

You must be buggin out, new to my shit, home on a furlough

Ask around...
 
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they thought i would make another illmatic,but is always forward im moving never backwards stupid heres ANOTHER CLASSIC...
 
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This my favorite Nas line mostly because he bodyed that faggot Jay-Z.

"(I)Fuck with ya soul with Ether(Will) teach you who the king is you know you(not)God Son Cross the Belly(lose)I'll prove you lost already".
 
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"I know this crakhead who say she gotta smoke nice rock, and if its good she'll bring you customers in measuring pots"

Dont know why I always liked that line^^

"My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers"..........."yall niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes"
 
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"You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever"

" drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it

With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach"

and one of my personal favs

"But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and

kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man"
 
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"Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection

In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like Mike Concepcion "
 
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