Nas - Disciple lyrics

Nas "Two-thousand-four, yeah l, whattup?"
LES "Prophesy!" nas "yeah"
LES "Prophesy baby!"

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Disciple (Let's go)

Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime
The city's mine, nas Is Like love Undying
Money's My Bitch in Thugz Mansion
Thugs dancin' around the fly shit
Pharaoh garment's Prada
Egyptian camelback-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles
Money, jewelry want me then come get me
Hit me but don't miss me, you history
Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee
Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
This ain't 50, this ain't
Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no
One, hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' like G
Without the lisp though
My big bro told me plain and simple
"Nas do not look back"
Watch where you took rap
No bookbags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
What the fuck is that, freestyle

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Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter
James and Andrew phillip, Simon and Judas -
I'm disciple of music
Street beats is the main
Thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator
I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Inside the life of the greatest
It'll take you through something real
Get a smack in your face
Cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Bust shells
Destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
If I present iron somebody dyin'
Don't even worry 'bout it
Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis
Man who stole the summer
Hand straight gleamin'
If I don't know you toe tag you
Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Body parts in my man's Maserati car
Then party hard in Madagascar
While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded
I'm pass that gloves on
Where the mask at? Too many love songs
All the thugs gone
What happened? Where's the passion?
Rappers battlin' non rappers
Carryin' on backwards
Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's
Farrakhan preachin' blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
Word to the 'Braveheart' written
On my bare chest the realest, HERE IT IS!

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