Lyrics:
above us all
Dark is the chasm of time
Where all are drowned
No gold ores, No hammers fall
Nowhere are chants, Sung by Durin's folk
Shades haunt
It is now 6:30 in the a.m
This is Baba Oje speaking directly to you
Right down to earth in a language
One can easily understand
We got a list
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
I don't need your honesty
It's already in
else, we from the projects man
We don't give a fuck, man that shit is mad fucking surrounded by buildings like fucking jail, man
And I'm running in
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far, fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try;
They're gonna love
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Another villain defeated in the story
Another hero who needs to get his glory
So he took it on himself to conquer him by morning
But
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
by your grace that I'm even here
So, how can I keep it hot?
*beat comes in* Like this...
[Singing]
M - my masterpiece, monumental
O - outstanding
From the album best of donovan
An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
Rusty spurs a hangin' from a nail their on the wall
Cold winds a blowin' and the snow begins to fall
Old man a dreamin' in his rockin' chair
Thinkin'
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
were meant
Numbers in my back account keep adding up like royalty
But so are all the reasons why I feel like I can never sleep
3 albums ain't enough
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