AZ and Nas Life’s a Bit*h
Visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Fuck who’s the baddest, a person’s status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
“a provocative plan could bring a knot to my hand
as the pyramids’d stand on the top of the sand”
off Nas Is Coming
“it was my version of the blues, droppin’ out schools
the crack epidemic had rap representin’ the rules”
off[U] Last Real Nigga Alive
Forgot about Dre[/U]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfu*ers act like they forgot about Dre.
Ice Cube Ghetto Vet
Fool I’m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin’ bullets and I’m still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
Immortal Technique point of no return
This is the point from which I could never return
And if I back down now then forever I burn
This is the point from which I could never retreat
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace
This is the point from which I will die and succeed
Living the struggle, I know I’m alive when I bleed
From now on it can never be the same as before
Cause the place I’m from doesn’t exist anymore
Dr. Dre The Watcher
Everywhere that I go
Ain’t the same as befo’
People I used to know
Just don’t know me no more
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know
Who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low
Big pun, Fat Joe Twinz
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that’ll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher’s ready; meet me at Vito’s
with Noodles, we’ll do this dude while he’s slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily
Nas The world is yours
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I’m charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I’m throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I’m facin time like
‘Pappy’ Mason with pens I’m embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
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