Nas - True Dialect lyrics

1 AM, I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny
Hittin' states in a GS
With my grimeys niggas blowin'
Up throughout the 90s
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta
Plus a dime piece
Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause shit gets hot
Pistols pop, some you hear
Some you know when you drop
Twisting off the bottle top
Contemplate fate then plot
While niggas walk around with all
They got in one knot
For real, I build a mini-Israel
Rougher the fish scale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly
Though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sipping wine out of
Brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
You ain't from the pros or the 'jects
The nines or the techs
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'