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of his joints and guest spots, pull up a seat:
I'm a Villin - This is a very raw and young Nas, maybe some of you have found it on the net, I like it because sometimes MC's just sound dope when they are young and hungry.
Made You Look - Because this song just flows on like a war chant. Good combo of beat and lyrics.
One Mic - I love the way it starts slow... builds.. then explodes, then over again. The way a movie is told, but he did thru song.
The World is Yours - This is the 1st Nas joint I ever heard, and I was an instant fan.
Halftime - Like a big brother to Made you Look, this joint just rolls and he runs ripshot all over it.
Eye for an Eye - Off of Mobb Deep's The Infamous, in the context of the song his verse dominates over Mobb and Raekwon.
I Gave You Power - This song like picked up where Organized Konfusion's "Stray Bullet" left off. And SB is a great visual song, but almost pales in comparison to "I Gave you Power."
Verbal Intercourse - Off of Rae's Only Built for Cuban Linx, maybe the hottest verse off a classic album. It's the same verse as that Deja Vu song mentioned earlier.
NY State of Mind - Like an official announcement to the Hip Hop world. Where he's from, what's he about. Dark Primo beat, dark lyrics, shining song.
Stillmatic - God Son returns, it's official, the blast that but the Jigga man on his ass, and put hip hop on alert. One verse, over the Paid In Full beat. Peep:
Ayo Nasty Nas, what up? ~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards frontin'. I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know? ~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you STILLMATIC
Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church in the world can't save our children I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be Your older son on the ground dead, but fortunately The bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind I hit the el, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!" I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door Little Nasir was at war And little did I care what you saw Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the menacing man I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary N Y City, grab a hold and ride with me Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money bags Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York You show off, I count off when you sample my voice I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS NAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding? Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE IZZO? For shizzle you phony, the rapping version of SISQO And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line I'd rather wear Sean John, you bore me with your fake coke rhymes And those times, they never took place, you liar UN was your first court case, you had no priors You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick Have you surrounded, you and the faggots you down with While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers Corny as CORN-MEGA, all you Hip-Hop queers Since ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise My next few albums, instead of projects They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page Did crimes and headline on stage I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it Streets disciple, I'm STILLMATIC
~Peace~
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