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Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones (Sep.1973- ?) Hip-hop's most revered lyricist, known for his smooth delivery and "oh so real" lyrics. Set the foundation for 90's rap. Nas, the streets salute you!
"Who is the king of New York?" "Nas."
Nasty Nas, one of the most popular rappers of all time, and if not the best. The best lyricist, street poet, beats and erthin. Jay-Z and Nas used to get down back in the days of Illmatic. But then Jay-Z became all celebritized and did that Snake shit. Whether it be Illmatic, It was Written, I am, Nastraduamus, Stillmatic, The Lost Tapes, Or Gods Son, Nas has it all.
jesus died at age 33, thats 32 shots from twin glocks at 16 a peice thats 32 which means, 1 of my guns was holdin 17, 27 hit yo crew, 6 went into you.
Nasir Jones, otherwise known as Nas or Nasty Nas, is the best lyricist of all-time in the rap game, easily the best rapper alive, and maybe the best all-time. From Queensbridge, New York, he is one of the realest rappers all-time. He is hugely respected by anyone who knows shit about rap. His first album, 'Illmatic', (1994) is widely considered as one of the best rap albums of all-time, if not THE best. His second album, 'It Was Written' (1996) more or less equaled the genius of Illmatic. Nas shit on Jay-Z in their beef after the death of legend Biggie Smalls, and is the king of NYC. Nas was the foundation for the lyrical rap of the '90s and although he is the realest rapper and is connected to the underground movement, is widely known even in the mainstream.
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with -Nas, 'Ether' Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! -Nas, One Mic There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind -Nas, NY State of Mind
One of the best to ever touch the mic, he's one of the few lyricists left alive. His first album "Illmatic" is a fucking classic, flawless. Born and raised in the the United States largest public housing projects "Queensbridge".
Nas is that crack, listen to Illmatic before you judge his new shit.
Ill rapper repping Queen's Bridge. Has a dope catalogue of albums and unreleased tracks.
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me" "Switched my motto, instead of saying fuck tommorow "That buck that bought a bottle could have struck the lotto" "They thought I'd make another Illmatic, but it's always forward I'm moving never backward stupid here's another classic" - Nas
The greatest living rapper, and i aint gonna knock jay-z but Nas def won.
Nas- I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad Blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where his sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his ass was flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion