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the safe at? Let's make em show us
And tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us
We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps
Cause times are
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guilt
And their rules
 
They teach you that you're just a number
As they program you in school
So by the time you're out
In their world on your own
What's on your mind
And what's on my mind
Is really nothing new
I want to get you alone
I want to make you my own
Baby, I want to make love with you
What's on your mind
And what's on my mind
Is really nothing new
I want to get you alone
I want to make you my own
Baby, I want to make love with you
as an album concept

But soon enough the truth reveals
The lies you claim in your rep
'Cause we the realest not in the sense
Of claiming hardest on wax
What you
want to do is take my time 

I'ma stand up for art express  do mic test rehearsals 
Eight years of man livin  ain't no edits or commercials 
Flick
OG , big truck series, the cars is gone
Any questions? I'll be directing your comments
To alkatron...sing that shit

[Chorus]
A primitive mind is all
Letter, the prophesy professor 
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together 
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better 
In new days
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new
a Coca Cola can
Showed the whole planet in coded program
Enrypted by a pro-scan modem with a low band
Hold up, let me load it in

"Darling I am
ass to get to the top
But when I signed on your album flopped and you got laid off

[Hook, 2X]
Who are you to try and be true
The fact is you define
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to

Come
dominated.
Can I Kick It parled us to our next phase.
So drunk in those days, 
I truly was amazed
How I got up enough to make tunes. 
People cheered me.
wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)

All this attention, I don't even know what I might
would sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas'
blessings with the questions 
That you hear me ask you

Keep it up so much will pass you
You can make it on a prayer 
Yeah that's true
But barely
blessings with the questions 
That you hear me ask you

Keep it up so much will pass you
You can make it on a prayer 
Yeah that's true
But barely
New York Andy would begin his show by insulting women and saying, â??I won't respect them until one of them comes up here and wrestles me down.â?? This
thought I was hard, in high school fightin
Now, I'm the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck up

(Dug Infinite)
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers