Tytuł: You're The Man

• Wykonawca: Nas
• Wyświetleń: 314

Uh uh, yo
  They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
  But I overstand they truth is all lame
  I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames
  Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
  Nas - too real, Nas - true king
  It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
  Your arms too short to box with god
  I don't kill soloists only kill squads
  Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
  Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
  I seen it comin
  Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
  Came in with my style, so I fathered you
  I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
  Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
  Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
  If I, ever make a record
  I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
  But look at me now, ten years deep
  Since the project, ??
  I never asked to be top of rap's elite
  Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
  But look at me now
  
  [Chorus]
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  
  But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
  And diamond rings can poison a rap star
  It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
  I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
  Wish I could flap wings and fly away
  To where black kings and Ghana stay
  So I could get on my flesh right away
  But that'll be the day when it's peace
  When my gat don't need to spray
  When these streets are safe to play
  Sex with death, indulge in these women
  Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire
  Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
  Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
  I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?
  I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
  I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
  If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
  Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
  In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception
  When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
  My destiny found me
  It was clear why the struggle was so painful
  Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
  And God, I'm so thankful
  
  [Chorus to fade]