Nas - My Book Of Rhymes lyrics

Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word but I wanted to bring a couple
Of books to the studio today

Man I found these shit's up in
The crib man in boxes man
I don't even remember when I
Was writing these shit's
Oor what's in these shit's man probably
A bunch of bullshit man fuck it check it

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)



Soul on ice death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when
You live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed
First I thought I was abnormal
'Cause I would overcome any tasked called to

So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit swear they on
The top of they game
Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas
Who should lie in the morgue

Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed he was the last
Shine of sun I could feel
Yo said there's a few left
Since music's expressions of life
Damn I wish I took more time to
Write in my book of rhymes

Oh shit Tina
I been lookin' for this bitch number damn
No this rhyme is weak
This is week I remember
This bullshit right here (My book of rhymes)
Gandhi was a what the fuck?

Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death
The US Army is a school that
Teach ya plights of conquest
(I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's weak)
The money's ya religion sky
The limit live life
Numbers is big business makes
The poor live strife

The glimmers of hope provoke those
Without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy
Knowledge is king pimps and card sharks
Thieves murderers with hard luck

Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for
Teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is
Routine for notoriety
Grow up watchin' well dressed
Niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their arms

Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbing my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet turned out to be
Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers
And lairs and squares
(Nah that was weak there)
My people be projects or jail
Never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me type in my two way
While I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci
God poverty's real I can't fight you
'Cause you would sue me niggas be groupies

I see imitators tryin' to make
Albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I
Notice they stealing Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop
It's crap this can't be my book of rhymes

This can't be my book of
Rhymes writing this bullshit
(My book of rhymes) nah neva that fuck that
Aw why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh you a funny nigga, naw yeah
(My book of rhymes)

I'm tellin' you I'ma come up
With some new shit now
Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that
I musta been high on some shit
Mmm what the fuck is this?

Look how we treat pregnancy
Women in the 'hood
Our values so low our values are no good
Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded
'Cause now we need it, we older almost able t
I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while
I'm stressin' and shit
Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do
Is smile and things come your way
Such a innocent child is what some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to
Be treated the way you are
Like a star not a worry
In this world thus far
But wait a minute we both
Need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant
(Kinda crazy)