Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo
Life, they wonder, can they take me under?
Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo
I come from the housing tenement
to God
That he blessed my last breath to be Allahuakbar
And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred
Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for
the tops
Of the tenement buildings
Even if they got children
'Cus they was hindering what we was building
Yeah I got feelings but I block it out and justify
Leaving the tenement building
See the teeth-marks of time
Map the risk. Mark the lines
On the landscape, there’s an army forming
And it feels like forever
and willing
They try to paint us as villains
Even though they killing our children
In them cities we living up in the tenement buildings
If you section 8 living
soul I'm just happy
That I rose from the ashes
From the tenement buildings
With the holes in my mattress
To a home in the burbs
That's a whole
crumbling like the tenement buildings I'm parked between on the rain soaked streets in industrial estates, waiting for the man.
Make the call, "Yeah five
A Mayo man is blessin' himself
From deep inside a tenement building
A Cuban woman raises her voice
She'd just heard the news on Channel 11
"Madonna
a travesty
I wont rest till we get it back, don’t be mad at me
That’s called resilience, matched with brilliance
Whether you’re in a penthouse or tenement
you to that yellow nigga illin,
Breakin sky scraper rappers down to they tenement buildings
Not respecting opinions or feelings, stop crying like women
the hotdogs
Blue sirens rushing
Tenement, tall buildings
Arnie was American
Sly was American
His shorts were American
It sped past new technology
It sped
every,every,every,every,every rhyme
I made is no mistake
And I'm giving you more and you can be sure then you can take
In the projects,buildings,tenements,palaces,you work
every,every,every,every,every rhyme
I made is no mistake
And I'm giving you more and you can be sure then you can take
In the projects,buildings,tenements,palaces,you work
and the building 700
The Bronx Tenements, where I came up
Ain't nothing funny playa
For the money, these niggas is hungry, playa
We love the hood
We run the hood
We
Yea I ain't done this in a while
I'm back now though
Yea
I'm in the building
Just like the tenements
Life so sweet
Yea
Just like some cinnamon
I
Building blocks like Amazonian tenements
I am star-crossed lover to myself
Mirrored image responds back in the form of seismic events
Mind chatterless,
a little graze
I remain relevant I'm a raw element
High street intelligent product of my tenement
Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley
La la la be
in front of a box
Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top
Now nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The same lose, not knowing they were
Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime
Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine
I was busy building up a reputation
Did a lot of things out
Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime
Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine
I was busy building up a reputation
Did a lot of things out
A window grows and captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building
Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime
Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine
I was busy building up a reputation
Did a lot of things out
him
Pimps memorize his lines-verbatim
He reps N.Y. yo
Gives C-notes to winos
Not church
It's how he tithe though
He walks the tenement
Sleeps
end up
A child is born, tenement slum
He may be poor, but never was dumb
He’s clothes are worn, his shoes and feet
Are shined and clean but nothing
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