The Genesis Songtext
von Nas
The Genesis Songtext
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 fuckin' around and be a man, there ain't nothin′ 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
Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayeo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what I′m sayin'
Cause we spendin′ 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 comin' 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 doin′ this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin′
No question
Been doin this since back then
No doubt
I'm sayin′ regardless how it go down we gone keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kid
No doubt, we gon keep it real, true, true
Aiyyo where′s Grand Wizard and Mayo at man
Takin' niggas a long time, man
Who got the Phillies, take this Hennessy
Aiyyo Dunn
C′mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man
Stop pointin′ that at me Dunn, take the clip out
Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man
I′m sayin' take the clip man, c′mon, take it out
Light them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin′ Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then
Pass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you know
Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain′t fuckin' 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, ya know what I′m saying
Niggas don't listen man, representin′ it's Illmatic
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 fuckin' around and be a man, there ain't nothin′ 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
Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayeo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what I′m sayin'
Cause we spendin′ 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 comin' 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 doin′ this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin′
No question
Been doin this since back then
No doubt
I'm sayin′ regardless how it go down we gone keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kid
No doubt, we gon keep it real, true, true
Aiyyo where′s Grand Wizard and Mayo at man
Takin' niggas a long time, man
Who got the Phillies, take this Hennessy
Aiyyo Dunn
C′mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man
Stop pointin′ that at me Dunn, take the clip out
Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man
I′m sayin' take the clip man, c′mon, take it out
Light them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin′ Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then
Pass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you know
Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain′t fuckin' 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, ya know what I′m saying
Niggas don't listen man, representin′ it's Illmatic
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