Favorite Nas VERSE?

Question

Mine is this juss copy& paste
It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own rhyme
Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
Kick my little raps cuz I thought ****** wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the ****** man
I rap in front of more ****** than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.i.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a ******
But not a bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional but that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't narrate, understand
Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul whenever I freestyle
I see trial ****** say I'm wild
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

Answer 1

Obv Halftime



my fav Nas verse is from Raekwon's "Verbal Intercourse"

That took like 5 listens to pick up everything.





Through the lights cameras and action, glamour 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

Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly

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

while, funny style ****** roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the

pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife

It's like a cycle, ****** come home, some'll go in

Do a bullet, come back, do the same **** again

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Answer 2

I existed in a womb, just like an abyss

Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist

Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix

Twitching cause I'm nervous

Thought my intended purpose

Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain

But to take on a name, my pops chose for me

Bloodstream full of indo

Developing eyes looking out my belly button window

My father's face wears a frown

And I'm wondering if they even want me around

Cause I'll go back to spirit town

So I could rest longer before I come back down

The chute again, in the near future when

My moms and pops can agree on this

Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist

He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont

You got a 120 days do what you want

But as for me coming back this be my last time

Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind





Thats off the Lost Tapes album the song Fetus. Very creative verse & the song is creative 2. I wanted 2 pick a different one but everyone took all the good ones already.lol

Answer 3

Nas is like tha Afro-centric Asian/

Half man half amazing



but my fav probably "Life We Chose"



Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?

He wanna stick you

What's love, you got beef?

Nobody rollin wit you

What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care

Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?

What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe

And you don't even let him know, cause you ****** her befo'

What's real, when you talk behind a man's back

then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, when they seperate your case

When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face

What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?

And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'?

What's trust, when you get bust, your ****** don't retaliate?

They blaze purple haze with em the next day?

God forbid one of my ****** get hit, I'ma go haywire

Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different, you won't know how you react

til you in that position, and that's an actual fact

The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?

You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90

On your deathbed you regret bein grimy

What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?

A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a ***** worse

when he come home to catch another case?

Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it

You did it, heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up

Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya

You gettin older player, look at those who gave up

Answer 4

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born

Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end

As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain

My plateau, and also, what defines my name

First it was Nasty, but times have changed

Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain

I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame

Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine

Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?

That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim

On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees

Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze

Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads

To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough

To the big dogs livin large, takin it light

Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life

is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it

Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked

Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt

And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .

NAS

Answer 5

Silent Murder



It's sort of like the conclusion to "Color Purple"

****@s is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in

Grabbing ****@s up in this movement to rule s hit

Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick

Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung

Where ****@s is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue

It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer

the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia.

The cognac purger plus the trees,

but whose the foul one to make his nose take a freeze,

and got enough gold to rock ice in all hype.

Used to be a general but just lost his stripe

Pipe dreams and white fiends and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers

Astoria walls with cypress, since I got a problem with the law-writers,

I kick some more items just to explore horizons,

the palm lady dreamt of this day so I'ma play,

the crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay

Answer 6

One for the money

Two for p*ssy and foreign cars

Three for Alize n*ggas deceased or behind bars

I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses

Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real

A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces

Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces

Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow

and back down po-po when I'm vexed so

my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank

I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank

Pumpin for somethin, some'll prosper, some fail

Judges hangin n*ggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales

My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails

I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats

They spoke of Fat Cat, that n*gga's name made bell rings, black

Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing

Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo

F*ck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still

Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill

True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins

I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Answer 7

halftime of course my favorite line is his from "lifes a B*tch"....and I never got the afrocentric asian thing he had goin on....whatever..

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing

The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in

My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it

One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created

Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from

my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain

Don't go against the grain simple and plain

When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard

Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards

Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash

and got my first piece of *** smokin blunts with hash

Now it's all about cash in abundance, ****** I used to run with

is rich or doin years in the hundreds

I switched my motto -- instead of sayin **** tomorrow

That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks

I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back

Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric

Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

Answer 8

only one i could think of that not already posted:



I do what I can do when I can do it

Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin

Live how I live it's only cause I been through it

Learn to try it like to eat it and **** it's nuttin to it

Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin outside

I'll never catch a vehicular homicide

My music is a description of my vibe of course

My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork

Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can

You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands

to wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home

Once you let them in they stayin, evil be gone, say it

I'm proud of Mase for givin himself to the Lord

Wanted his Faith, think about Big anymore

Of course my ***** Horse got married, see **** is changin

We ain't these little ****** no more, runnin dangerous

I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother

Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover

Be havin they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em

I'm Hercules Hercules when havin relations, the flyest

Answer 9

The first one that comes to my head that hasn't already been mentioned is from "these are our heroes" just bc it cracks me up evertime i hear it



Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB

Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?

Never got Emmy's but were real to me

Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels

'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail

Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel

Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"

Are you the one we look to, the decent *****?

The acceptable ***** -- hell nah

But they say, "These are our heroes"



[Verse 1: Nas]

Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play

Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud

But there's somethin' they don't say

Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White p****

From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe

First he played his life cool just like Michael

Now he rock ice too just like I do

Yo, you can't do better than that?

The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?

Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back

Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake n**** you

You turn around then you s*** on Shaq

Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes

He love a little butt crack, got enough cash

Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you

To do something for the youth, stupid spoof

But you let them use you as an example

They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full

Answer 10

I love the verse he does on the song Road to Zion by Damian Marley.



"Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless

I'm having daymares in daytime

Wide awake try to relate

This can't be happening like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin,

Cause what I'm seein is haunting,

Human beings like ghost and zombies,

President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies

In Zimbabwe,

They make John Pope seem godly,

Sacrilegious and blasphemous

In my lifetime I look back at paths I've walked,

Where savages fought and pastors taught,

Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots,

And badges screaming "Young black children stop or I will shoot!"

I look back at cooked crack,

Plus cars that pass by,

Jaguars mad fly,

And I'm guilty for materialism,

Blacks is still up in the prison, trust that,

So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army,

Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley,

We sparkin' the ions, marching to Zion,

You know how Nas be NYC State Of Mind I'm in. "

Answer 11

Artist: Nas f/ Olu Dara

Album: Street's Disciple

Song: Bridging the Gap

Typed by: [e-mail]



*Nas talking*

"The light is there."



[Intro: Olu Dara singing]

See I come from Mississippi

I was young and runnin' wild

Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child

I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas

I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive



[Verse 1: Nas]

Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey --

Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered

Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it

But I'm still number one, everyday real

Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel

'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss

Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi

Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy

Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap

The history of music on this track

Born in the game, discovered my father's music

Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain

But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids

Some are well-known, some doin' bids

I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks

If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo

[Olu Dara singing]

Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!)

Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!



[Verse 2: Nas]

The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues

Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's

Old school, new school, know school rules

All these years I been voicin' my blues

I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart

Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent

But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with

Books to read, like X and stuff

'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia

In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of

Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up

'Cause none'a them would like my style

Read more books than the curriculum profile

Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child

'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"

[Olu Dara singing]

Greatest man – The great-greatest man alive



[Verse 3: Nas]

Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone

He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home

Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu

Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to

[Olu Dara singing]

I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique

Madagascar, Paris, Greece

The Middle Africa is where we lived

Better known as Queenbridge

[Nas]

Nas, Nas you don't stop

Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop

Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop

From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop

Tell 'em Pop



[Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing]

See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know)

I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)

Ended up in New York City (Yeah!)

Where I had my first child (That's me)

I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!)

All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy)

I told him as a youngster

He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)

Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!

Rest In Peace Ray Charles

Answer 12

My Favorite is from: "I'm a No-Talented Loser"



Uh uh uh - Yo, yo .. check it

I've got a gun under my pillow

I've got some coke in my hand

I'll make your moms weep like a willow

When I blows you outta the can



Uh

I make your girl be mine

I'll have your kids call me daddy

Yo! I'll pass on that swine

That don't make me caddy



Chorus -



Don't know what I'm doing but I'm getting paid ( Getting Paid )

Got the 3 P's* in order cuz I've got it made ( Got it made )

Keep my No Talented *** in the know ( In the know )

Cuz a loser like me's gotta make that dough ( Yeah baby )



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