Nas - Ghetto Reporter lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Ghetto Reporter lyrics]
Close your eyes listen (Listen, listen)
They give niggas time like
It’s lunch down there, jack
You go down there looking for justice
That’s what you find: just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror
Tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album like
It's a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB
And this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this
Often so cherish it (So cherish it)
Like your daughter's graduation
Kids' marriages
When the culture vulture swoop down
They start exploitin' the sound
Thеy drew up contracts for our niggas
Dru Hill to Dru Down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instеad, most artists don't live as
Good as the execs and they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs, the music be changin'
And the culture be shiftin'
So you gotta move with it
Call me the party crasher, that plan spoiler
That Malcolm seein Maya Angelou in
Ghana holdin' a camcorder
Ghetto reporter, live from 40 Side
You know my storyline first project rapper
Triple platinum with New Yorker pride
King's Disease
Most of us catch it at one point or another
But evolve, find a new formula
One that takes everything in you to make
The audacity masterfully crafted
These classics
So naturally, had to be Nasty back at it
They argue KD1, KD2 or Magic
What's harder when
KD3 go harder than all of them?
Back in the 9-0s
Barely rubbed elbows with CEOs i was dolo
I bet it shocked y'all to see me grow
And the 0-0s
I still ain't attend much industry dinners
Had to tend to my business
Go past the sky's limit
The hate gon' rise quicker so how
Could I manage this disadvantage?
Niggas Planet Hollywood
I came from a different planet
Leave it up to me to break the
News you won't see on the screen
Chuckle at you motherfuckers
We the last of the kings
Shout to the real ones like
Us, it's a shortage, it seems
I'm underground and overground and
It's never been seen
Real counts on my streams
Got real people tappin' in so
That's what that means, indeed
It means I got nothin' but
The real checkin' in
We locked in, all the way
Just applaud this, yeah
I'm trapped in hip-hop
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I couldn't get out if I wanted to
All us rappers are trapped
And if we can't get out
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Til we over, 'til it's dead
'til we in the dirt
When I'm fifty years old
I wanna have fifty-year old fans
Sixty-year old fans, sixteen-year old fans
They give niggas time like
It’s lunch down there, jack
You go down there looking for justice
That’s what you find: just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror
Tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album like
It's a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB
And this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this
Often so cherish it (So cherish it)
Like your daughter's graduation
Kids' marriages
When the culture vulture swoop down
They start exploitin' the sound
Thеy drew up contracts for our niggas
Dru Hill to Dru Down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instеad, most artists don't live as
Good as the execs and they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs, the music be changin'
And the culture be shiftin'
So you gotta move with it
Call me the party crasher, that plan spoiler
That Malcolm seein Maya Angelou in
Ghana holdin' a camcorder
Ghetto reporter, live from 40 Side
You know my storyline first project rapper
Triple platinum with New Yorker pride
King's Disease
Most of us catch it at one point or another
But evolve, find a new formula
One that takes everything in you to make
The audacity masterfully crafted
These classics
So naturally, had to be Nasty back at it
They argue KD1, KD2 or Magic
What's harder when
KD3 go harder than all of them?
Back in the 9-0s
Barely rubbed elbows with CEOs i was dolo
I bet it shocked y'all to see me grow
And the 0-0s
I still ain't attend much industry dinners
Had to tend to my business
Go past the sky's limit
The hate gon' rise quicker so how
Could I manage this disadvantage?
Niggas Planet Hollywood
I came from a different planet
Leave it up to me to break the
News you won't see on the screen
Chuckle at you motherfuckers
We the last of the kings
Shout to the real ones like
Us, it's a shortage, it seems
I'm underground and overground and
It's never been seen
Real counts on my streams
Got real people tappin' in so
That's what that means, indeed
It means I got nothin' but
The real checkin' in
We locked in, all the way
Just applaud this, yeah
I'm trapped in hip-hop
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I couldn't get out if I wanted to
All us rappers are trapped
And if we can't get out
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Til we over, 'til it's dead
'til we in the dirt
When I'm fifty years old
I wanna have fifty-year old fans
Sixty-year old fans, sixteen-year old fans