Nas, Megaski - The Art of It lyrics

Fire spitter
I ain't never met a higher nigga
Me extinguished is like
Queensbridge fiendless mansion, marble foyer
I can afford a closet in alphabet order
A life, Adidas under A, the B for beater
Bottega british Knights sneaker, my C so ill
That, man, I get chills when I
Look at my Christian Diors, they kill
D is for Dries Van Noten
Young niggas try to keep up
With what I'm doing
D cups, tequila and blunts
Weed, women, and liquor
Depending on the day is a different mission
They not knowing
They wanna know what he got on
The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on
Nas keep a fine bitch to roll
His weed up for him
My niggas in Mount Vernon keep


It G'd up for him
Speaking of G, the gat I'm good with it
Hit your hood with it
44s never could miss him, coming to see us
Glad to see you made it home to the hood
Nigga we blowing trees, tell me
Don't it feel good, nigga?

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?
La la la
Put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La la la
Niggas in the hood don't live forever
(My G niggas)
As long as we together (My QB niggas)
We gon' put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La la la

Another bullet manufactured
Another man in his casket
Fuck maintaining, that's lame language
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick
Seen fire flashes
The type of fire that spit out a magnum
And I'm the type who runs to
The drama looking for who clapping
Nike boot, what I eat him, he like food
Pulled out the barrel
Four-fifths rip through bone marrow
Make his toes spiral the dirt
While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter
Police agenda
Lock up niggas for three winters
When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask
They get away quick, traceless, lying back
Liars pass i breathe deep like Lamaze class
Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that
Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?
La la la
Put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La la la
Niggas in the hood don't live forever
(My G niggas)
As long as we together (My QB niggas)
We gon' put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La la la

Look, I don't have that much time, candidly
I'm in divorce
Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court
Different judges
Assault charges hovers on your boy
Other niggas' wives lust to be
Under covers with your boy
Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label
Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man
I'm only 36 but if it's
Point five on the table
I say with all respect my dude
Thank you, we had the best
Times but I'm about respect
I'm about the talent I possess never know
There could just be a time when I'm
Behind your desk then let you go
Could you imagine Nas the exec?
The artist on the masters
Controlling your release
Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm
Deceased to honor me
So my product'll be a big commodity
Not bothered if my son and
Daughter eat off of me
Cautiously I write this next line
Honestly 'cause I'm a G, there's no beef
I used to open off making fifty G's
But now I spend that on a
Diamond to make her neck freeze
My larynx'll serenade the hood
I tell the cops my blood dirty
They say I'm all good
TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end
I'ma turn to Larry Flynt
Nas is not the average gent
I'm on my classy shit
Here's one small percent of what
Y'all in store to get more real nigga shit

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?
La la la
Put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La la la
Niggas in the hood don't live forever
(My G niggas)
As long as we together (My QB niggas)
We gon' put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La la la