歌手:Nas
专辑:《Nasty Nas (Demo Tape)》

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You need a posse the size of the ****s to attack this
And you're more optomistic than the Sounds of Blackness
Flip lines that rip through the chest ******
And I keep going and going just like an Energizer battery
Flattery will get you nowhere unless it's the derriere
And that'll get you everywhere
Went to the flea market was in the cark parked it
Big fat blunts if you got it then spark it
And with the fisticuffs came the fists
And you've joined Steven Segal on the Marked for Death hitlist
Went back to the 70's and brothers got on grants
Cause they can step to some sisters and say "Slap me some skins"
Honeydip and take the squad to the teepee
Hit it off smoke a cig watch a little TV
And if there ain't no papes there's no show
I'll just chill and return to kick em in the grill
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Bust a style while I do it if you know it oh you knew it
If you knew it then you knew it if I catch a punk chewin
Imma drop the flavor fluid on his head yep I flew it
And like Aretha Franklin your moms is jumping to it
So so so where did you go what do ya know
SO many people want to be fly like Joe
G-I-E-I oh lots and lots
And rapper can top the Red Hot (Not )
R&B rips hip-hop (Not )
MC Serch is gonna flip-flop (Not )
All my hoes look like sasquatch (Not )
And George Bush gets nuff props
Well anyway Imma slay slay lay
Pull a hoe around my way and make ****** souffle
Red Hot Lover Tone would like to thank MC Serch
Yo you're chill for making me a part of history
Kicking em in the grill
Finesse keep a Tech-9 in my dresser
Lyrical professor keep you under pressure
Mind like a computer the inserter
Paragraphs of murder the nightclub flirter
This is Nas kid you know how it runs
I'm waving automatic guns at nuns
Sticking up the preachers in the church I'm a stone crook
Serial killer who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a ********** with ghonnerea
On the mic I let vocabulary spill
(It's like that y'all) That y'all kick em in the grill
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The Chubbsta breaks stabbabi fakes steady rate h
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The panty mix the verse looks to Serch kick him in the grill again
Sequel of "The Dialect The Derelect"
The murder licks Vanilla kicks alive on the crucifix
Coming around the mountain when he comes to sell more record bums
Digest the lyrics then you suck on some Tums
Crumbs with the energy from the lump sums
And lips to to the mixture to the friction and then you're
Hummming the door rings yo I'm coming
To a theater near you get your popcorn and your brew
And a Guiness Stout check the clout when I'm about
Cause YOU are a BLABBERMOUTH
A blabber it gets no badder
Lyrics on a diet cause it gets no fatter
Like a Gewn to the Guthrien jumping up on the scene
With the Serches with the verses
Word up the illustrious
Rapper dapper sapper you want us to sell out your wish
My lips have never touched the circumference of a spliff
And if you see some Coke or some spill
With some ill pill yo kick me in the grill grill
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So here's a true and false tell me if it's factable
You wanna kill the Klan shoot the fans a tractor pull
Got crazy game so no one can stop me
But ayo I'm white I guess my game is hockey
Or basketball football taking papes in poker
If honeydip got a moneyclip I'm gonna stroke her
Wait a minute chill chill can't swing
Cause my girl ain't my girl no more now she got a ring
Respect my wisdom like I respect myself
To to G I'll put you in a tree like the Keebler elves
You couldn't be The Mack if you had the car the hat the hoe
And your **** would still be out the back like a patio
Cause I saw you eating pig knuckles with Frankie
In a bar called Chuckles wearing name plate belt buckles
Goddamn your life is flimsy
Gave you nuff respect but gave it back cause I was stingy
So from the cons and pros to the pros and the cons
Call me a ************ I'll say "Yeah I ****** your moms"
Until she calls back I'm gonna chill
Peace to Red Hot Lover Tone Chubb Rock kick em in the grill
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