It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
  The mic comes in contact with the third rail
  My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac
  With this, see I'm a brainiac
  I call you tattoo, you never come off
  I flip the script with a sawed-off force
  A modern Shakespeare - reincarnated
  Brains are elevated, I'm bein' R rated
  This style is terror, drastic
  Meltin' the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid
  Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
  Cause I be packin' like a Rasta in a weed spot
  Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin'
  Minds manipulated, my raps are nickel-plated
  I execute raps like I'm swingin' an axe around
  This is a mic shut down
  Notify the President - that I'm bombin' your residence
  and I'm leavin' no evidence
  Voice box yells, lyrics will excel
  Rappers gettin' smoked, you can smell the hot shells
  Your style is fake snake, well dramatized
  You might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize/harmin-Nas
  Here's the break, I can translate lyrics so well
  I excel, it ain't hard to tell
  It ain't hard to tell..
  
  I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer
  Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers
  Lyrics will explode, my brain overloads
  Gimme a Grammy competition is dead just like Sammy
  I leave minds magnetized like slaves
  Your style is old fashion like waves
  Holdin' a pistol at a pastor, pullin' the trigger faster
  Tell 'em I was sent by his Master
  But that topic's too deep for your ear
  Here's the science you can comprehend clear
  Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
  I'll pull your whole card - just like a palm reader
  Non-stop, I'm bustin' heads like the FEDS baby pops
  This is not the +Kindergarten Cop+
  Put on your blindfold, Imma release and stand tall
  I detonate bombs at the policeman's ball
  This is art from the heart, I leave 'em marked for death
  in each breath in this game I'm the ref
  Already I'm ill but I can only get better
  With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
  I master dialects, of uncommon languages
  A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this
  These are proverbs, copy cat attackers
  I'm wanted dead cause Imma genocide to rappers
  Battlin' Nas is dead when my brain reacts
  yYu might as well have fell asleep on a train track
  This ain't the same track that you're used to
  This is rhythmatic automatic, try it you oughta have it
  Slaughter your tape recorder; givin' thanks to my supporters
  and keep flowin' like water
  No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail
  Aiyyo, it ain't hard to tell
  It ain't hard to tell..
  
  Check it
  I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect
  I'm gonna win cause you slept
  on Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn
  False rappers, you need to write your own song
  Metaphors of murder man, hittin' like Roberto Duran
  Hold the mic in my hand, my life span
  Imitators will sweat me like gym class
  Your raps are fat?Shit, then I'll be Slim Fast
  New rap recruits I salute then delete 'em
  Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em
  Nas is a terrorist, analyst
  Swingin' my fists like a nigga breakin', possessed by Satan
  You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow
  Brothers is gettin' shipped out like I was Castro
  I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover
  I use a +Lethal Weapon+, just like Danny Glover
  Execute monologues, sabotage entourage
  Mutilate mics like a maniac in bars
  I talk with slang, and use my brain
  Generate pain, penetrate your vein
  Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son
  Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson
  No competition, cause I cause wonders
  Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers
  A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin' thriller
  Hold a mac-11, and attack a reverend
  Don't sleep cause you might not wake
  I speak deep, dialects I translate
  Queens Prince, commit sins on the regular
  Murder my competitors, and et cetera
  Nas is a gypsy Egyptian
  flippin' the script'n microphone manufacturers are victims
  My voice makes your ear drums swell..
  It ain't hard to tell
  
  
sobota, 9 czerwca 2012
Nas Nas Will Prevail tekst
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