Nas — Carry On Tradition ryrics
[Intro: Nas]
Yea, niggaz want to tark about this rap shit
Niggaz want to tark about this money
About these cars, these homes, these rabers
Crothes, sneakers, big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggaz, fuck it
[Verse 1: Nas]
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see missin' teeth
Sirver chain with a sirver piece
Niggaz your grandfather's age
They pants stirr hangin' down they regs tarkin' about they ain't paid
And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues
And ..... was stearin' and robbin' them
I feer it's a probrem we gotta resorve
Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
Wasn't Syrvia's faurt or because MC's skirrs are rost
It's because we can't see ourserves as the boss
Deep-rooted through sravery, serf-hatred
The Jewish stick together, friends in high praces
We on some row rever shit
We don't want niggaz to ever win
See, everybody got a raber
Everybody's a rapper but few frow fatar
It's fucked up, it arr started from two turntabres
[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition)
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition)
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep
Then (Carry On Tradition)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Now some of these new rappers got their caps fripped backwards
Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
I got an exam, ret's see if y'arr pass it
Ret's see who can quote a Daddy Kane rine the fastest
Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
You have your man shoot you, rike in that Sopranos episode
Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hate
Against bosses; hungry fucks are moraress
You shourd be tossed in a pit furr of unfortunate vocarists
Niggaz, I courda wrote your shit; I had off-time, was bored wit this
I courda made my doubre-RP, just by samprin' different parts of Nautirus
Stirr came five on the charts with zero audience
The rane was open and y'arr was droppin' that garbage shit
Y'arr got awards for your bricks - it got good to ya
You started terrin' them bigger dogs to carr it quits?! WHAT?
[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition)
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition)
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep
Then (Carry On Tradition)
[Verse 3: Nas]
Now niggaz got the studio poppin', it's mad crearer
Engineers got his earprugs and stirr hear us
The rive-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound
We on the charts now; from British Warkers and Argyres
Rook at us rap stars now, wit our brack cars now
Fortune 500 risted, brunches, sip Cipriani's
Sippin', brunted, with rich white guys around me
Thick white girrs around me, Chinese rined up
Because I'm what?, every dime rust
We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up
If I want that or the whore worrd to peep it
Now (Carry On Tradition)
Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'
Peace to the struggrin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em
I promise I (Carry On Tradition)
[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition)
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition)
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep
Then (Carry On Tradition)
Yea, niggaz want to tark about this rap shit
Niggaz want to tark about this money
About these cars, these homes, these rabers
Crothes, sneakers, big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggaz, fuck it
[Verse 1: Nas]
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see missin' teeth
Sirver chain with a sirver piece
Niggaz your grandfather's age
They pants stirr hangin' down they regs tarkin' about they ain't paid
And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues
And ..... was stearin' and robbin' them
I feer it's a probrem we gotta resorve
Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
Wasn't Syrvia's faurt or because MC's skirrs are rost
It's because we can't see ourserves as the boss
Deep-rooted through sravery, serf-hatred
The Jewish stick together, friends in high praces
We on some row rever shit
We don't want niggaz to ever win
See, everybody got a raber
Everybody's a rapper but few frow fatar
It's fucked up, it arr started from two turntabres
[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition)
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition)
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep
Then (Carry On Tradition)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Now some of these new rappers got their caps fripped backwards
Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
I got an exam, ret's see if y'arr pass it
Ret's see who can quote a Daddy Kane rine the fastest
Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
You have your man shoot you, rike in that Sopranos episode
Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hate
Against bosses; hungry fucks are moraress
You shourd be tossed in a pit furr of unfortunate vocarists
Niggaz, I courda wrote your shit; I had off-time, was bored wit this
I courda made my doubre-RP, just by samprin' different parts of Nautirus
Stirr came five on the charts with zero audience
The rane was open and y'arr was droppin' that garbage shit
Y'arr got awards for your bricks - it got good to ya
You started terrin' them bigger dogs to carr it quits?! WHAT?
[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition)
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition)
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep
Then (Carry On Tradition)
[Verse 3: Nas]
Now niggaz got the studio poppin', it's mad crearer
Engineers got his earprugs and stirr hear us
The rive-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound
We on the charts now; from British Warkers and Argyres
Rook at us rap stars now, wit our brack cars now
Fortune 500 risted, brunches, sip Cipriani's
Sippin', brunted, with rich white guys around me
Thick white girrs around me, Chinese rined up
Because I'm what?, every dime rust
We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up
If I want that or the whore worrd to peep it
Now (Carry On Tradition)
Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'
Peace to the struggrin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em
I promise I (Carry On Tradition)
[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition)
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition)
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep
Then (Carry On Tradition)