歌手:Nas
专辑:《God's Son》

作词 : Camon, Maman, Nas
Artist: Nasir Jones
Album: God's Son
Song: Book of Rhymes

Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of ***** that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin?
Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today
Man I foundthese ****s up in the crib man in boxes man
I don't even remember when I was writing these ****s
or what's in these ****s man probably a bunch of ******** man
**** it check it

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some ****** will conversate with liers all day
Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to
So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain
Some do minor **** swear they on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary ****** who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel
Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life
Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes

Oh **** Tina - I been lookin' for this ***** number damn.
No this rhyme is weak..
This is week I remember this ******** right here
(My Book of Rhymes)
Gandhi was a... what the fu..?

Gandhi was a fool, ***** fight to the death
The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak)
The money's ya religion sky the limit live life
Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife
The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king
Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck
Addicts and fiends **********s passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety
Grow up watchin' well dressed ****** with charms
Beautiful ladies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet turned out to be
Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and ******s...
(Nah that was weak there)
My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real
I can't fight you cause you would sue me *****