Nas, Large Professor - Stay Chisel lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Large Professor - Stay Chisel lyrics]
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno
Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar to your chest, then push
It up harder than the rest, stay chisel
Precisely cut, sharp the fuck
You thought this was a game
We came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples
Know how throw them things
Swift on them toes, knockout blows
So stay chisel
Ayo, Nas
I was telling them niggas on the ave
The same shit the other day (right)
Kids gotta stay sharp (no doubt)
Or stay chisel (huh, chisel)
Yo, performin' chest naked
I'm looking sharp for the peoples
Not in my physical form, strong thoughts
I'm cock-diesel
Brolic with knowledge so flow with me
Intelligence benching, 4004-50
Light a dumbbell L
Inhale to hear the lunch bell ring, sweating
Working up a appetite, setting
Mental calisthenics got my mind stretching
Then I release it
Have my whole frame bulging
Under diamond pieces
Take the weight of the world on my shoulders
I hold it so I consume most the pain for
My niggas I roll wit
Cause see, the streets ain't no Gold's Gym
Papi and if I feel it going down
Then my niggas'll spot me without the mind
The bodyweight don't even mean nothing
Let's take 3 brothers and put them
In the bing or something
Who's gonna survive? The wise man
The fool or the warrior
Well if all of their minds are chiseled
Then all of them
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno
Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar to your chest, then push
It up harder than the rest, stay chisel
Precisely cut, sharp the fuck
You thought this was a game
We came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples
Know how throw them things
Swift on them toes, knockout blows
So stay chisel
I stay chiseled like Snoop Dogg
Fo' shizzle my nizzle
In them hardcore streets
I'm a straight official
Six pack, don motivator
Throwing the weight up
Kid tried to front so I
Showed him straight up
Had his whole click flabbergasted
Way I was cutting 'em up
One kid yelled out "Grab the bastard"
Tried to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty
Pulled out, served 'em all up like a custy
Couldn't go out, highway with a blow out
Like Frank, I did it my way, nigga, no doubt
Large billionaire and I'm still here
Writing rhymes for the sphere
I do not feel fear you heard
I'm the dude on the porch with the herb
And I tell you right now, kid, soft is a word
That don't describe me
What y'all know that's this lively
Barbecue 2, Nas right here beside me
(with Akinyele)
Lou Ferrigno
Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar to your chest, then push
It up harder than the rest, stay chisel
Precisely cut, sharp the fuck
You thought this was a game
We came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples
Know how throw them things
Swift on them toes, knockout blows
So stay chisel
Ayo, Nas
I was telling them niggas on the ave
The same shit the other day (right)
Kids gotta stay sharp (no doubt)
Or stay chisel (huh, chisel)
Yo, performin' chest naked
I'm looking sharp for the peoples
Not in my physical form, strong thoughts
I'm cock-diesel
Brolic with knowledge so flow with me
Intelligence benching, 4004-50
Light a dumbbell L
Inhale to hear the lunch bell ring, sweating
Working up a appetite, setting
Mental calisthenics got my mind stretching
Then I release it
Have my whole frame bulging
Under diamond pieces
Take the weight of the world on my shoulders
I hold it so I consume most the pain for
My niggas I roll wit
Cause see, the streets ain't no Gold's Gym
Papi and if I feel it going down
Then my niggas'll spot me without the mind
The bodyweight don't even mean nothing
Let's take 3 brothers and put them
In the bing or something
Who's gonna survive? The wise man
The fool or the warrior
Well if all of their minds are chiseled
Then all of them
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno
Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar to your chest, then push
It up harder than the rest, stay chisel
Precisely cut, sharp the fuck
You thought this was a game
We came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples
Know how throw them things
Swift on them toes, knockout blows
So stay chisel
I stay chiseled like Snoop Dogg
Fo' shizzle my nizzle
In them hardcore streets
I'm a straight official
Six pack, don motivator
Throwing the weight up
Kid tried to front so I
Showed him straight up
Had his whole click flabbergasted
Way I was cutting 'em up
One kid yelled out "Grab the bastard"
Tried to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty
Pulled out, served 'em all up like a custy
Couldn't go out, highway with a blow out
Like Frank, I did it my way, nigga, no doubt
Large billionaire and I'm still here
Writing rhymes for the sphere
I do not feel fear you heard
I'm the dude on the porch with the herb
And I tell you right now, kid, soft is a word
That don't describe me
What y'all know that's this lively
Barbecue 2, Nas right here beside me
(with Akinyele)