Nas - Michael & Quincy lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Michael & Quincy lyrics]
Nas yeah, yeah, yeah (N N N N Nas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum de-virignized
While the music is hahaha
Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine
(Mine)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas
(Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties
(Ties) streets was our office
We didn't need a shirt and tie (Tie)
M-IA-M-I, weather like the Virgin Isles
(Isles) i ain't got no jewelry on
'causе I'm made of ice (Ice)
Elеment surprise
Move with the passion of Christ (Christ)
To Portofino, sittin' high in the cliff
From a younger dude with a crew
And we was workin' the shift
Y'all South Park cartoon characters
I'm convinced
They never been scared to death while
Stayin' calm in a twist
I creeped in a jean jacket
Headband and Nikes
I ain't like to dodge fights
As I rode my bike
And I was lookin' at these people
Thinkin' they just might
Make me come out my cool character
Break through the smooth barriers
Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarls Barkley
Before I even pull to the spot
They try to park me i'm used to dark scenes
That's why I spark green
Why I pour wine, they don't stock these
I gotta order mine
Malcolm X departed at the Audubon
Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb
Never mortified all-black Audemars
You claim yours was one-of-one
We timepiece monsters, every season
We be on the hunt jeepers creepers
America's a baby that's teethin'
Shittin' on it'self
Cryin' for it's next feedin'
As odd as it gets
It's not even a toddler yet
Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
Plus Ray Liotta and James Caan died
Iconic actors who were redemption
For these mob guys
We easin' on down the road for the third win
Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck
Feel the whirlwind like young Quincy Jones
Stuck outside the club
'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ah
To be young again but right now
It's like I got the power of a hundred men
Nas and Hit like Michael and
Quincy on the run again (Run again)
Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine
(Mine)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas
(Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties
(Certain ties)
I'm activated, my hair might spark flames
Aviator frames, bandages, laminates, a stage
From a stretcher, I wave
Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
Or a sponsor from Pepsi
I'd still be honorary
Like Quincy on the trumpet
Hit-Boy on a drum kit
Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it
(Shamone) bouncin' off the wall
Always startin' somethin'
Behind the scenes of the "Thriller" video
Big budgets (Big budgets)
Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin'
(Smooth talkin')
I'm changin' colors right now
'til I'm dark-skinned
('Til I'm dark-skinned)
Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwin's
Annie, are you okay watchin' me transformin'?
(Shamone) pinky ring glitter like the
Socks and the glove
Know some money-gettin' thugs that could
Buy The Beatles pub
That's what I really call coppin' white
Re-in' up (Re-in' up)
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum de-virignized
While the music is hahaha
Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine
(Mine)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas
(Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties
(Ties) streets was our office
We didn't need a shirt and tie (Tie)
M-IA-M-I, weather like the Virgin Isles
(Isles) i ain't got no jewelry on
'causе I'm made of ice (Ice)
Elеment surprise
Move with the passion of Christ (Christ)
To Portofino, sittin' high in the cliff
From a younger dude with a crew
And we was workin' the shift
Y'all South Park cartoon characters
I'm convinced
They never been scared to death while
Stayin' calm in a twist
I creeped in a jean jacket
Headband and Nikes
I ain't like to dodge fights
As I rode my bike
And I was lookin' at these people
Thinkin' they just might
Make me come out my cool character
Break through the smooth barriers
Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarls Barkley
Before I even pull to the spot
They try to park me i'm used to dark scenes
That's why I spark green
Why I pour wine, they don't stock these
I gotta order mine
Malcolm X departed at the Audubon
Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb
Never mortified all-black Audemars
You claim yours was one-of-one
We timepiece monsters, every season
We be on the hunt jeepers creepers
America's a baby that's teethin'
Shittin' on it'self
Cryin' for it's next feedin'
As odd as it gets
It's not even a toddler yet
Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
Plus Ray Liotta and James Caan died
Iconic actors who were redemption
For these mob guys
We easin' on down the road for the third win
Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck
Feel the whirlwind like young Quincy Jones
Stuck outside the club
'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ah
To be young again but right now
It's like I got the power of a hundred men
Nas and Hit like Michael and
Quincy on the run again (Run again)
Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine
(Mine)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas
(Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties
(Certain ties)
I'm activated, my hair might spark flames
Aviator frames, bandages, laminates, a stage
From a stretcher, I wave
Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
Or a sponsor from Pepsi
I'd still be honorary
Like Quincy on the trumpet
Hit-Boy on a drum kit
Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it
(Shamone) bouncin' off the wall
Always startin' somethin'
Behind the scenes of the "Thriller" video
Big budgets (Big budgets)
Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin'
(Smooth talkin')
I'm changin' colors right now
'til I'm dark-skinned
('Til I'm dark-skinned)
Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwin's
Annie, are you okay watchin' me transformin'?
(Shamone) pinky ring glitter like the
Socks and the glove
Know some money-gettin' thugs that could
Buy The Beatles pub
That's what I really call coppin' white
Re-in' up (Re-in' up)
Haha