Apathy, Poison Pen, The Bad Seeds - Philosophical Gangsta lyrics

I spit liquid nitrogen
Mics are left freezin' cold
MC's explode, exposin' they weakened soul
My speech controls the block
Like street patrols
I'm a monster who stomps foes
And eats 'em whole
In zero degree weather through the sleet
And snow for the doe
That's how we do it in the east, ya know?
I'm only a 104 seasons old
But my brain remains locked
In the genius mode
Philosophical, brainwaves branch like tree
Limbs on Tims life reflex's off Lexus rims
Expensive things
The necklace and extra rings
Erection sex on X the excessive flings huh
Somebody notify they next of kin
And tell them to pray to God
God let's them in a lot of 'em are snakes
Tryin' to shed their skins
So the friction they bring only helps 'em win

"Philosophical gangsta" - Nas 'Thief Theme'

I try to use my mind before I use my fist
But, I'mma lose my mind if
I don't use my fist
You on my grind, I'mma use my clique
Speak only which
Oh you useless with loose lips
Hug this strip it's part of my anatomy
My body, my mind, my soul's a walkin' tragedy
Streetlamps be that umbilical cord
Quart waters, malt liquors, yeah
That's chemical war
I battle through life, tippin' and wheezin'
The blocks is the embryo
It's livin' and breathin'
Vampire thriving off innocents blood
Do my dirt strong arm
Y'all still gettin' mugged
Anyone can pop and run
It ain't always the livest one
That's got a gun
Some people gotta think smarter than that
I'm from Bed Stuy
I think harder than that nigga

Think harder than that
? 1-2-1-6 philosophical apathy poison
Pen bad Seed yeah

"Philosophical gangsta" - Nas 'Thief Theme'

Walk with my pants low doo rag tied tight
Money in my pocket, yes sir, my minds right
I'm about to start robbin'
Niggas in the limelight
Hang 'em off them buildings
Drop niggas nine flights i'm Bad Seed
Nope, I ain't no dancer
I'm a thinkin' thug nigga
"Philosophical gangsta" got guns big as?
AJ clips run up on you little niggas like
"It's payday bitch!"
Bad Seed don't get many choices please doggy
I'm Apathetic, beast, plus my Pen is Poison
Six shots in your chest make
Your button up moisten
I ain't around but I still hear y'all voices
Keep talkin' shit y'all gonna
Hear them noises
I'm 5'9" pop, same height as Royce is
Don't come around with that irrelevant shit
Go to Johnny
The Pope and the vegetable bitch

Yeah don't just think outside the
Box think outside your blocks yo Exact
We're puttin' you on the map with this one

"Philosophical gangsta" - Nas 'Thief Theme'