Nas - My Book Of Rhymes lyrics
Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of n***a that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm sayin'? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I found these sh**s up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these sh**s Oor what's in these sh**s man probably a bunch of bullsh** man f** it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G Some n***as will conversate with lairs all day time pa** (Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice d**h threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal 'Cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor sh** swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary n***as who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun pa**ed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh sh** Tina, I been lookin' for this b**h number damn No this rhyme is weak, this is week I remember this bullsh** right here (My book of rhymes) Gandhi was a what the f**? Gandhi was a fool, n***a fight to the d**h The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live strife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks Thieves murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes pa**in' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed n***as with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbing my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and lairs and squares (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci God poverty's real I can't fight you 'Cause you would sue me n***as be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' sh** I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullsh** (My book of rhymes) Nah neva that f** that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny n***a, naw yeah (My book of rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new sh** now f** that I'ma write again now f** that I musta been high on some sh** Mmm what the f** is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded 'Cause now we need it, we older almost able t I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and sh** Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)