Nas is like
Nas
Chorus:
Nas, Nas is like . .(scratching) . life or death (scratching)
My rebel . (scratching). . My poetry's deep, I never fell . .(scratching)
Nas is like .(scratching) . Nas is like . (scratching). . Half man, half
amazin' . .(scratching)
No doubt . (scratching). . Nas is like
(Repeat)
Earth, wind and fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
(Nas is like. . -Nas)
Iron mic, messiah type, before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blasted techs on block
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, skinnin' fellatio, siete zeros, bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some will fall, but I rise, thug or die, makin' choices
That determine my future under the sky, to rob, steal or kill
I'm wondering why, it's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Chorus
Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet
I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf preeper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' something deep from their teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like pop to you with crop for it
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man
like the '99 summer jam, bulletproof hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, ya play it your system every night
Nas, Nas is like . .(scratching) . life or death (scratching)
My rebel . (scratching). . My poetry's deep, I never fell . .(scratching)
Nas is like .(scratching) . Nas is like . (scratching). . Half man, half
amazin' . .(scratching)
No doubt . (scratching). . Nas is like
(Repeat)
Earth, wind and fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
(Nas is like. . -Nas)
Iron mic, messiah type, before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blasted techs on block
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, skinnin' fellatio, siete zeros, bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some will fall, but I rise, thug or die, makin' choices
That determine my future under the sky, to rob, steal or kill
I'm wondering why, it's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Chorus
Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet
I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf preeper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' something deep from their teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like pop to you with crop for it
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man
like the '99 summer jam, bulletproof hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, ya play it your system every night
Izvajalec: Nas