Smokin'
06-16-2006, 04:33 PM
I guarantee this is the lyrics from Nas's title track on his new album. Karma + points appreciated. This is some sick ass ****...
NAS (Verse One)
Soft spoken, her voice float like spider webs in the wind
Vernon side, palm lady with suede leather skin
I was ten, Illmatic fro with the Kurtis Blow blend
When Charles later Olu took his son to the bend
I was shook, she straight spook how the clouds in her eye spoke
They was nebulas, stars, tellin me how my soul look
Cold hands read my palms like brail psalms from the good book
Sunday school context of the life that Cain took
She spoke backwards, said "die will Graham Willy"
Spoke of pink suits and mink boots, her words sounded silly
She told me "don't trust the first woman you love"
Love backwards is "evol", had a young ***** bugged
She spoke of seven seas and seven thugs in my circumference
Told me six was snakes claimin real when they wasn't
It gets darker, my pops gave her another nickel
She pulled me close, hairs rose, made my cells sickle
Painted portraits of ill strife inside of me
My suspended belief told me she wouldn't lie to me
Riches, and *****es, coke and car keys with switches
Trigger hand twitches dig dead *****s' ditches
Expensive liquors in chalices, palaces with moats
Diluvian doves and thugs knives to my throat
I turned away, eyes teary, my mind dreary
She rhymed Nasir with seer, told me her savior theory
Her words meant nothing then, just the block crazy lady
In retrospect now I ponder the words maybe
Did the death of Escobar pave the way for Nastradamus
Who in turn prophesized the situation now upon us
I vision red, thirty years digest teachings I was fed
As I stand now with silver sword screaming HIP-HOP IS DEAD
C'mon...
Common Sample -->
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"…I'm here to resurrect thee"
+scratch+
"The palm lady dreamt of this day so I'mma play"
NAS (Verse Two)
Woke with the ‘forementioned stuck in my brain
Pillow soaked by the yolk pourin forth from my vein
Is this dust, am I buggin, called my pops on the line
The cell shocked me, hell rocked me, knocked kneed and blind
Gropin silk covered fleece sheets alone in the dark
Alone with my soul beaming, screaming my heart
On a lark, on a park bench, is it memory lane?
All these voices and choices sound kinda the same
And my name keeps on poundin, soundin Nas of Koran fame
Jones of the slave name, genes of the Stone Age
Askin "Who is Nas Jones?" "Who is Nas Jones?" - "Who is Nas Jones?"
Askin "Who is Nas Jones?"
Feel the touch of my wife, by my side, soft and willing
I roll over, reach over, open eyes toward the ceilin
On my arm, it ain't K, it's Carm, is this karma?
Am I crazy, I jump up, burner handed to harm her
She armored, so now I'm jettin to the building lobby
Full of children, and I scream with all the strength in my small body
They all ignore me, backs to the street, watchin MTV
Their little heads steady boppin to somebody else's beat
I vision red, thirty years digest teachings I was fed
As I stand now with silver sword screaming HIP-HOP IS DEAD
I grab a mic and start flowin, Kurtis Blowin out my head
Yankee cap to Nike sneakers, speakers, this is what I said…
Common Sample -->
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"…I'm here to resurrect thee"
NAS (Verse One)
Soft spoken, her voice float like spider webs in the wind
Vernon side, palm lady with suede leather skin
I was ten, Illmatic fro with the Kurtis Blow blend
When Charles later Olu took his son to the bend
I was shook, she straight spook how the clouds in her eye spoke
They was nebulas, stars, tellin me how my soul look
Cold hands read my palms like brail psalms from the good book
Sunday school context of the life that Cain took
She spoke backwards, said "die will Graham Willy"
Spoke of pink suits and mink boots, her words sounded silly
She told me "don't trust the first woman you love"
Love backwards is "evol", had a young ***** bugged
She spoke of seven seas and seven thugs in my circumference
Told me six was snakes claimin real when they wasn't
It gets darker, my pops gave her another nickel
She pulled me close, hairs rose, made my cells sickle
Painted portraits of ill strife inside of me
My suspended belief told me she wouldn't lie to me
Riches, and *****es, coke and car keys with switches
Trigger hand twitches dig dead *****s' ditches
Expensive liquors in chalices, palaces with moats
Diluvian doves and thugs knives to my throat
I turned away, eyes teary, my mind dreary
She rhymed Nasir with seer, told me her savior theory
Her words meant nothing then, just the block crazy lady
In retrospect now I ponder the words maybe
Did the death of Escobar pave the way for Nastradamus
Who in turn prophesized the situation now upon us
I vision red, thirty years digest teachings I was fed
As I stand now with silver sword screaming HIP-HOP IS DEAD
C'mon...
Common Sample -->
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"…I'm here to resurrect thee"
+scratch+
"The palm lady dreamt of this day so I'mma play"
NAS (Verse Two)
Woke with the ‘forementioned stuck in my brain
Pillow soaked by the yolk pourin forth from my vein
Is this dust, am I buggin, called my pops on the line
The cell shocked me, hell rocked me, knocked kneed and blind
Gropin silk covered fleece sheets alone in the dark
Alone with my soul beaming, screaming my heart
On a lark, on a park bench, is it memory lane?
All these voices and choices sound kinda the same
And my name keeps on poundin, soundin Nas of Koran fame
Jones of the slave name, genes of the Stone Age
Askin "Who is Nas Jones?" "Who is Nas Jones?" - "Who is Nas Jones?"
Askin "Who is Nas Jones?"
Feel the touch of my wife, by my side, soft and willing
I roll over, reach over, open eyes toward the ceilin
On my arm, it ain't K, it's Carm, is this karma?
Am I crazy, I jump up, burner handed to harm her
She armored, so now I'm jettin to the building lobby
Full of children, and I scream with all the strength in my small body
They all ignore me, backs to the street, watchin MTV
Their little heads steady boppin to somebody else's beat
I vision red, thirty years digest teachings I was fed
As I stand now with silver sword screaming HIP-HOP IS DEAD
I grab a mic and start flowin, Kurtis Blowin out my head
Yankee cap to Nike sneakers, speakers, this is what I said…
Common Sample -->
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"They say hip-hop is dead..."
"…I'm here to resurrect thee"