Lyrics:
But never say it directly
I want em to mention my name
And try to stand up against me
I’ma put em thru the wringer when I see em
Jus for speakin’
Overhead the buzzards fly
Struggle to see through your dirt filled eyes
Wincing in pain, you pray for the rain
To bring an end to your demise
You
tunes
Now they loving the crew
Like 1964
Shot Kennedy off the cold
Ouu hurt through his soul
Didnt get told
My story
Yeah I Struggle
In the bottom
Suck
love is doomed
Your hero opens and shuts his muddy eyes
You stain your lace-up back dress but it's fine
He's proud of you fine feathers make fine bird
A little bit too far (too far)
I understand creating life can seem a bit bizarre
What I did showed me the world
Through new untarnished eyes (his eyes
Yeah
I want all my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I could see
Through my belly
One by one, they stand single file
To see the king of the hill atop his worthless pile
The king has no clothes
Throw stones, watch him implode
One by one, they stand single file
To see the king of the hill atop his worthless pile
The king has no clothes
Throw stones, watch him implode
looking at the bright side
But I view it through my other eye, cause it's a different color sky
Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may never
looking at the bright side
But I view it through my other eye, cause it's a different color sky
Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may never
you or all the memories I hold together
This shit light like feather, Hold it by the fucking tether
Real cute eyes piercing through my fucking soul
Way
kill, repeat
Wanna sleep through the night
These drugs will help you feel right
You can still see their eyes
As you watch them die
This man is now one
Kill, Repeat
Wanna sleep through the night
These drugs will help you feel right
You can still see their eyes
As you watch them die
This man is now one
We turn in our Bible to Matthew 18, 19 through 20, it says
Again, truly I tell you that
If two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for
It
ain't eating, ten pound for the weekend
Griminal's doing his ting
And Devlin's gone, he must feel left out
By the time I'm done here
There won't be one
the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found your meat
Just hittin' the ground still hot from steam comin' off you
Eyes rolled back in his head,
for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my
generation destroyed by madness
Starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through the
Negro streets at
Dawn looking for an angry fix
Angel headed hipsters
of the moon
By the rising of the moon
The pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud wall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Through his telescopic lens but he didn't scoop you
The next five days, no help ensued
They called you a refugee because you seek refuge
Time slips by unnoticed, as night whispers close;
In his steps, I find the path that my heart knows.
(Chorus)
Hand in hand we stroll through
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
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