Mass Appeal, Nas, Fashawn, Ezri - Apostles lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Mass Appeal, Nas, Fashawn, Ezri - Apostles lyrics]
Statik Selektah yeah
Uh, yeah
Filthy American nightmare, dirty
We don't fight fair
I'm talkin' old money with white hairs
Deuce deuce tucked in my Nike Airs
My name alone strike fears
To the throne, I'm an heir, debonair
Everywhere I'm posted, king like clovers
Natural, not a novice, if you haven't noticed
Explosive, West Coast shit, you gotta cope it
Ever since I went corporate
Niggas wonder where the coke went
I'll bet each a bash, no one better than Fash
Biggest dog the veterinarian ever had
Veteran swag, all I'm inhaling is gas
Unleaded, that petrol, I piss on the metro
Goon, spent the afternoon with
A batch of coons, passin' shrooms
Back and forth in a padded room
Insanity I embrace
Bought a new suit for the case
Plenty loot in the safe
Y'all don't hear me though
A king is often alone, even in a crowded home
He silent, let it be known
He trust nobody, not family or friends
You'd be surprised on what he relies on
Consequences of men
Who realize warmheartedness could
Soon betray you it prove fatal
And soon NATO will not protect us
Who got elected? A true traitor
To our respected republic
Sleep if you want, fuck it be my guest
Sleep like an anesthesiologist put
You to rest i don't show up to events
Had to grow up in the 'jects
What you expect? Execs in the game
I ain't respect
I ain't do dinners with labelheads
I knew some niggas that stayed in
Bed with 'em to stay ahead
And now I'm a labelhead
And I ain't sign Fash as an artist
I rock with Fash as a partner
Mass Appeal Records
(Hit the record store, never let me go)
Comin' straight from Cleveland
I'm the one that they believe in
I'll deal with them heathens and
Them lowdown dirty demons
Ho niggas droppin' tracks, what
You got some weave in?
Y'all be way too busy chiefin'
I'm busy achieving i ain't Hannah Baker
We just need a single reason
Every season niggas creepin'
Through the evening, tryna get even
Wintertime freezin', summertime
Niggas squeezin'
We be peekin' through the peephole
We don't even let the breeze in
Please, they could never blackball
The black boy the facts are you sharper than
A tack or a hacksaw when niggas act hard
That's when they get attack on
These women gettin' smashed on
Don't get attached to 'em
I do the dash, I'm a dog, I'm a dasher
Me, Nas, and Fash talkin' fashion
Like how'd this happen?
Came from a cold world so my heart adapted
I mastered the art of rappin'
Then I started rappin'
Once again we reveal the skill
Money's growin' like grass with
The mass appeal with the mass appeal
Grass with the mass appeal
Uh, yeah
Filthy American nightmare, dirty
We don't fight fair
I'm talkin' old money with white hairs
Deuce deuce tucked in my Nike Airs
My name alone strike fears
To the throne, I'm an heir, debonair
Everywhere I'm posted, king like clovers
Natural, not a novice, if you haven't noticed
Explosive, West Coast shit, you gotta cope it
Ever since I went corporate
Niggas wonder where the coke went
I'll bet each a bash, no one better than Fash
Biggest dog the veterinarian ever had
Veteran swag, all I'm inhaling is gas
Unleaded, that petrol, I piss on the metro
Goon, spent the afternoon with
A batch of coons, passin' shrooms
Back and forth in a padded room
Insanity I embrace
Bought a new suit for the case
Plenty loot in the safe
Y'all don't hear me though
A king is often alone, even in a crowded home
He silent, let it be known
He trust nobody, not family or friends
You'd be surprised on what he relies on
Consequences of men
Who realize warmheartedness could
Soon betray you it prove fatal
And soon NATO will not protect us
Who got elected? A true traitor
To our respected republic
Sleep if you want, fuck it be my guest
Sleep like an anesthesiologist put
You to rest i don't show up to events
Had to grow up in the 'jects
What you expect? Execs in the game
I ain't respect
I ain't do dinners with labelheads
I knew some niggas that stayed in
Bed with 'em to stay ahead
And now I'm a labelhead
And I ain't sign Fash as an artist
I rock with Fash as a partner
Mass Appeal Records
(Hit the record store, never let me go)
Comin' straight from Cleveland
I'm the one that they believe in
I'll deal with them heathens and
Them lowdown dirty demons
Ho niggas droppin' tracks, what
You got some weave in?
Y'all be way too busy chiefin'
I'm busy achieving i ain't Hannah Baker
We just need a single reason
Every season niggas creepin'
Through the evening, tryna get even
Wintertime freezin', summertime
Niggas squeezin'
We be peekin' through the peephole
We don't even let the breeze in
Please, they could never blackball
The black boy the facts are you sharper than
A tack or a hacksaw when niggas act hard
That's when they get attack on
These women gettin' smashed on
Don't get attached to 'em
I do the dash, I'm a dog, I'm a dasher
Me, Nas, and Fash talkin' fashion
Like how'd this happen?
Came from a cold world so my heart adapted
I mastered the art of rappin'
Then I started rappin'
Once again we reveal the skill
Money's growin' like grass with
The mass appeal with the mass appeal
Grass with the mass appeal