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Nas vs. Bob Dylan
Been thinkin' a lot lately that the top rappers, people like Nas and, I guess Biggie when he was alive, are actually better lyricists than any one from the rock world - Dylan, Young, Beatles, etc, etc.
First off, they are almost always less pretensious, and the way they put words together is infinitely more complex than the words in any rock song I can think of. If you've never heard Nas, here's a link to one of his best songs: => http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.ph...593CF76B2A55FE Any Nas fans on the board? Nas haterz? Why do Nas and other rappers never get the credit they deserve (they are usually either labelled as angry young men, or just ignored altogether)? |
Nas is a terrible hip-hop artist. His lyrics may be okay but his delivery is boring and his beats are contrived and uninteresting.
Madlib is a much better artist. |
you make yourself look bad when you say that. Nas = 'terrible' = you = 'moron'
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And how is it that that happens? It fucking doesn't. Face it, others have their opinions. Accept it, cunt.
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ooh, touche!
I know you have an opinion, numbnuts, I just think its totally silly and contrived. Saying Nas is terrible is an attention-grabbing statement. Its like saying the beatles were terrible. I dont like em, but I can see that the beatles had talent - they just werent for me. Likewise, Nas's talent is patent. |
Now Nas is comparable to the Beatles? He's a generic rapper. He's nothing special. The beats are dreadful and boring. His lyrics are good but his delivery is worthless.
Saying he is terrible is nothing 'attention-grabbing'. He isn't a fucking legend or anything. |
He is a legend, unlike Madlib (you really think any1 will give a shit about him 10 yrs from now). Nas is not LIKE the beatles, but he has talent, like the beatles.
OK, some of his mid-career stuff was generic, and his production is not always great, but even the best artists have patchy work, and Nas can't really be held to fault for his production - he just raps. |
Madlib is a beat God. Madlib is far more talented and brilliant than Nas could ever hope to be.
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Thats almost funny. tell me then: which of the mainstream rappers would you consider talented, because as far as Im concerned, none of them have ever matched nas for complex rhymes and storytelling?
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Mos Def is. Nas is talented at story telling. I've stated that in this thread. I just don't find him interesting. Most of the rap on the radio is terrible. Nas is one of the top artists in a pile of boring music.
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Comparing Nas' to Bob Dylan's songwriting in your topic title, when Dylan is widely considered by most critics to be the best songwriter ever, is nothing but an attempt at "attention-grabbing" & controversy-mongering. Step the fuck off, troll. You're not fooling anyone (yet). |
You didn't, you said his lyrics were 'OK'. Yea, Mos is reasonably talented, but I bet if you were able to ask him, he would say that Nas was the superior MC of the two.
And Ive just been listening to Madlib and that production hurts (in a bad, bad way) - lame and boring. If you are into underground hiphop for the cache it brings, you might as well listen to someone from the underground with talent. Give Sage Francis - Personal Journals a listen, or maybe some Aesop Rock. But remember, underground rap will never achieve what underground punk/rock/noise will achieve, so dont look there for real hiphop. It will always be dominated by priviledged white boys. Unlike in rock, there are no channels for real independant rap artists - and not suburban imitators - to go through, they will always have to go for the majors because thats the only way they'll be able to make a living. |
Madlib's production is ace. You obviously have no taste.
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Fair enough, the title was attention grabbing, but I think my point still stands. who the fuck cares what critics say. Are any of them BLACK critics - i think not many. Nas's lyrics ARE more complex. Print some out, then print some Dylan and you'll see. PS I am actually a Dylan fan too , so im not on some anti-dylan trip |
and plz stop calling me a troll, im just trying to have a discussion about things that interest me
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The race card is boring. |
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"American Way"
(feat. Kelis) [Sample - Nas: "Political"] [Newscaster:] "Recently there has been an emergence of socially conscious and political rappers. It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world." [DJ scratches sample - Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X] [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh [Chorus: Kelis] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] Cause that's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe" I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve to earn man's purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Chorus: Kelis singing] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] Cause that's the American way. What up, K?) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] Ha, yeah) I don't care about the runaways I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS But I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think they're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane As long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates They burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way ([Nas:] Uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way wow, he rhymes "way" with "day" in the chorus...brilliant! He's got an album called "Illmatic" & another called "Stillmatic"...genius! |
The race card is relevant, so dont dodge it. As a proportion of the cultural establishment in the US a tiny fraction is black. Inevitably, the results to these types of polls, and simple dominant opinions, will reflect the makeup of the (white) people that create them.
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the fact that you just tried to say that anyone is a better lyricist than bob dylan is fucking absurd.
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Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain't a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain Your grass it is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born |
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
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Great lyrics, I think any1 with a brain will see. Most of that song prolly goes over your head. That is far from his best though |
the terms "any1" and "prolly" speak louder than words. they say "ted kennedy is brainless"
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Post his best then; what are you waiting for, a written fucking invitation?
I chose that one because it looked like his best & there's some decent wordplay in parts. He does shoot himself in the foot as far as any real songwriting credibility with lines like "Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer" though. Don't be jivin' us with any race-card jerky, either. The best Dylan* is far more radical than any Nas song no matter how sensationalist Nas may get as he stirs up the bullshit. Nas may be a better rapper than many, but get off it. I'll take Public Enemy any day. How can someone write a more intense song that tells a story than "The Ballad of Hollis Brown" or "Hurricane?" Just for the record, John Lennon is my favorite songwriter. * but a few The Ballad of Hollis Brown, It's Alright Ma, Desolation Row, Idiot Wind, Visions of Johanna, Hurricane, Like a Rolling Stone, Subterranean Homesick Blues, She Belongs to Me, Absolutely Sweet Marie, All Along the Watchtower, Masters of War, Everything is Broken, The Times They are a-Changin' |
Also, can I just say that those Dylan lyrics are amazing too. We dont need to choose between one or the other here. They are both good.
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OK every1 chill, im gonna go get some nas lyrics that I think will represent him well. Back in like 5.
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Stop livin' in the past, man. Anyway, I've got some lyrics here. What you need to understand that Nas is tryin to relate what life is like in a ghetto environment in 1990s New York. Don't judge these lyrics with the same criteria you would judge Dylan lyrics with. Take them on their own terms, and if you can dig out the song and listen to it at the same time as you read the lyrics, you will 'get' them easier. First song: NY State of Mind Pt. II: [Nas] Uhh Yo, yo-yo, y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown All I got left in the end is two of my best friends And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim) New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim) *repeat while Nas is talking* You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean? New York state of mind baby, check it out [Nas] I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin New York, New York New York, New York |
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Yo, yo-yo, y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off)" Can you say uneducated? |
Song 2: NY State of Mind Pt 1: (Look for how complex the lyrics are in terms of sentence structure and rhyme)
Artist: Nas Album: Illmatic Song: N.Y. State of Mind Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now [Verse One: Nas] Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind ("New York state of mine" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*) [Verse Two: Nas] Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind ("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*) ("Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X) |
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Can you say racist? Read the rest, numbnutter |
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Cantankerous again.
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3: If I Ruled the World w/ Lauren Hill:
Artist: Nas f/ Lauryn Hill Album: It Was Written Song: If I Ruled the World Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash Intro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background) Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under.... I don't know Verse One: Nas Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got knocked evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin, fashion Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues Your people holdin dough, no parole No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times Verse Two: Nas The way to be, paradise like relaxin black, latino and anglo-saxon Armani exchange the reins Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision The better livin, type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin Trickin six digits on kicks and still holdin Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish Political prisonner set free, stress free No work release purple M3's and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes to Willies It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times And then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land Verse Three: Nas You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory Runnin from Jake, gettin chased, hunger for papes These are the breaks many mistakes go down out of state Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight Tryin to get laced, flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera Makin moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich Still nobody want a nigga havin shit If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit I push a Q-45 Infinit It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see but reality struck Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck??? Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled Imagine that I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, black dimaonds Could it be, if you could black diamonds be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times If I ruled the world, if I ruled if I ruled, I'd free all my sons black diamonds, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled If I ruled the world If I ruled the world I love em love em baby!! |
Nas sucks.
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i'm sorry, but this thread is just fucking absurd.
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