Illmatic

(Right..) (Right..) Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Nas] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reef

(Check that shit) Aight fuck that shit, word word Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin? We're gonna do a little something like this, you know what I'm sayin? (Is they up on this?) Keep it on and on and on and on and.. know what I'm sayin? Bi

What up kid? I know s*** is rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib F*** it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? To

"It's yours!" --> [T La Rock] [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock] [PR] Whose world is this? [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Wh

[Chorus] Da da da da da Da da da da da (yeah!) Da da da da da Da da da da da (yeah!) It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow

[Verse One] What's up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should've slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your la

[sound of a subway train going overhead] [in the background, Nas' verse from Main Source "Live at the BBQ" is heard] [excerpt of verse is as follows] (Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede t

[Intro: Nas and Large Professor] Yeah, it's Illmatic (yeah) It's Illmatic (yeah!) It's Illmatic, huh (yeah kick that shit) [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yeah whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yo whatever [LP] One time 4 y

Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X] Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all

[A] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin? [N] Yea yea [A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin? [N] Yea yea [A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey, you k

纽约之魂 背景介绍[在"NYSM"中Nas以两句一韵的格式展开叙事(本人翻译也是遵循这一格式),鲜活无比的细节使听众张大双眼,密不透风的韵脚却让人停止呼吸,Nas手持重机枪以最强大火力向听众扫射,而beats小节中密实的鼓点.降音拨奏的低音提琴和突然出现的钢琴和弦,让人脖子一紧,给人一触即发的紧张感,而自己也仿佛变成了歌词中的Nasty Nas,在纽约皇后区的街道亡命奔跑.] [这种尖锐的声音采样了Donald Byrd的"Flight Time" ,前面几句是Na