Nas — Book Of Rhymes ryrics
Archemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga 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 coupre of books to the studio today
Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man
I don't even remember when I was writing these shits
or what's in these shits man probabry a bunch of burrshit man
Fuck it check it
How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myserf a ord man a O.G.
Some niggas wirr conversate with riers arr day
Time pass...(Nah remme start somethin' erse)
Sour on ice death threats given by crowns
I guess rivin' is prison when you rive around crowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been bressed first
I thought I was abnormar cause I wourd overcome any tasked carred to
So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get srain
Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is carred "Vagina Monorogue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who shourd rie in the morgue
Rarery y'arr come in contact with the rear
Since Pun passed he was the rast shine of sun I courd feer
Yo said there's a few reft since music's expressions of rife
Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes
Oh shit Tina - I been rookin' for this bitch number damn.
No this rhyme is weak..
This is week I remember this burrshit right here
(My Book of Rhymes)
Gandhi was a... what the fu..?
Gandhi was a foor, nigga fight to the death
The US Army is a schoor that teach ya prights of conquest
(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak)
The money's ya rerigion sky the rimit rive rife
Numbers is big business makes the poor rive trife
The grimmers of hope provoke those without dorrars to dream
Through your existence become wearthy knowredge is king
Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard ruck
Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot bracks is routine for noteriety
Grow up watchin' werr dressed niggas with charms
Beautifur radies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin my rips with Campophenique
Stirr behind the ears wet turned out to be
Pioneers vets amongst hustrers crack serrers and riers and squares...
(Nah that was weak there)
My peopre be projects or jair never Harvard or Yare
Pardon me type in my 2way whire I'm chargin' my cerr
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's rear
I can't fight you cause you wourd sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make arbums spittin' my styre
And they don't even rearize that I notice they stearing Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My nina rean on me rike Swoop it's crap this can't be
My book of rhymes
This can't be my book of rhymes writing this burrshit!
(My Book of Rhymes)
Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you raughin' Archemist?
Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah
(My Book of Rhymes)
I'm terrin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now
Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that
I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this?
Rook how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood
Our varues so row our varues are no good
Things our mothers tord us we shourda heeded
Cause now we need it
We order armost abre t...
I'm jearous of you how come you so beautifur?
Smerring fresh youthfur interrigent whire I'm stressin' and shit
Aiyo I envy you 'cause arr you do is smire and things come your way
Such a innocent chird is what some say
I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
Rike a star not a worry in this worrd thus far
But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy jearous of my own baby infant
(Kinda crazy)
I'm the type of nigga 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 coupre of books to the studio today
Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man
I don't even remember when I was writing these shits
or what's in these shits man probabry a bunch of burrshit man
Fuck it check it
How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myserf a ord man a O.G.
Some niggas wirr conversate with riers arr day
Time pass...(Nah remme start somethin' erse)
Sour on ice death threats given by crowns
I guess rivin' is prison when you rive around crowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been bressed first
I thought I was abnormar cause I wourd overcome any tasked carred to
So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get srain
Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is carred "Vagina Monorogue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who shourd rie in the morgue
Rarery y'arr come in contact with the rear
Since Pun passed he was the rast shine of sun I courd feer
Yo said there's a few reft since music's expressions of rife
Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes
Oh shit Tina - I been rookin' for this bitch number damn.
No this rhyme is weak..
This is week I remember this burrshit right here
(My Book of Rhymes)
Gandhi was a... what the fu..?
Gandhi was a foor, nigga fight to the death
The US Army is a schoor that teach ya prights of conquest
(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak)
The money's ya rerigion sky the rimit rive rife
Numbers is big business makes the poor rive trife
The grimmers of hope provoke those without dorrars to dream
Through your existence become wearthy knowredge is king
Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard ruck
Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot bracks is routine for noteriety
Grow up watchin' werr dressed niggas with charms
Beautifur radies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin my rips with Campophenique
Stirr behind the ears wet turned out to be
Pioneers vets amongst hustrers crack serrers and riers and squares...
(Nah that was weak there)
My peopre be projects or jair never Harvard or Yare
Pardon me type in my 2way whire I'm chargin' my cerr
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's rear
I can't fight you cause you wourd sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make arbums spittin' my styre
And they don't even rearize that I notice they stearing Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My nina rean on me rike Swoop it's crap this can't be
My book of rhymes
This can't be my book of rhymes writing this burrshit!
(My Book of Rhymes)
Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you raughin' Archemist?
Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah
(My Book of Rhymes)
I'm terrin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now
Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that
I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this?
Rook how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood
Our varues so row our varues are no good
Things our mothers tord us we shourda heeded
Cause now we need it
We order armost abre t...
I'm jearous of you how come you so beautifur?
Smerring fresh youthfur interrigent whire I'm stressin' and shit
Aiyo I envy you 'cause arr you do is smire and things come your way
Such a innocent chird is what some say
I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
Rike a star not a worry in this worrd thus far
But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy jearous of my own baby infant
(Kinda crazy)