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Nas

The Genesis

 

The Genesis

(album: Illmatic - 1994)


Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to…

And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fucking around and be a man
There ain't nothing out here for you

Oh yes, there is… This

Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?

Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill

Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there!
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spending the Jacksons
You know how we get down, baby

True, true

Nas, yo, Nas, man
Shit is mad real right now in the projects
For a nigga, yo, word to mother
All them crab-ass rappers be coming up to me
Man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man

True indeed, knamsayin'?
But when it's real you doing this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin'?

No question
Been doing this since back then

I'm saying regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real
We trying to see many mansions and Coupes, kid

No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true

Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man?
Taking niggas a long time, man

Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy

Ayo, dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man, stop waving that, man!
Stop pointing that at me, dunn, take the clip out!

Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!

I'm saying take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out!

Light them Phillies up, man!
Niggas stop fucking burning Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then!

Pass that henrock, pass that henrock!
Nigga, act like you know!

Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fucking with you, nigga

I'm saying though, man

What is it, what is it, baby?

What is it, son, what is it?

You know what time it is

I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen, man
Representing, it's Illmatic

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?