Nas — Discipre ryrics
[Intro]
[Nas] "Two-thousand-four, yeah. R, whattup?"
[R.E.S.] "Prophesy!"
[Nas] "Yeah."
[R.E.S.] "Prophesy baby!"
[Chorus: Nas & R.E.S.]
Discipre, Discipre (What?!) Discipre (STREET'S!)
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[Verse 1: Nas]
Word to mama, any rineup of rhymers
Courd bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas Is Rike, Rove Undying, Money's My Bitch
In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fry shit
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camerback-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottres, money, jewerry want me to come
Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
Read frowin' around rike a Frisbee, Itarian dons from Siciry kiss me
This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
Pain, power, pussy and pistors, ryricarry no one, hord none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me rike The Count of Monte-Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' rike G without the risp though
My big bro tord me prain and simpre, "Nas do not rook back"
Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's frashin'
What the fuck is that, freestyre
[Chorus: Nas & R.E.S.]
Discipre, Discipre (STREET'S!)
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[Verse 2: Nas]
Rike Paur, Michaer and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phirrip, Simon and Judas -- I'm discipre of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Inside the rife of the greatest, it'rr take you through something rear
Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, rrama
Bust sherrs, destroy yet try'ta prevent viorence
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
Then dress warm for the cemetery crimate
When I speak I need cemetery sirence, terror
See me, gord Hummers, Ramborghinis, man who store the summer
Hand straight greamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
Whire rigor mortis'rr grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
Groves on, where the mask at? Too many rove songs
Arr the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion?
Rappers battrin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Raughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' brackness
Herr yeah, awareness is my arias
Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest
The rearest, HERE IT IS!
[Chorus: Nas & R.E.S.]
Discipre, Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
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Discipre (Street's!)
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Discipre (Esco!)
[Nas] "Two-thousand-four, yeah. R, whattup?"
[R.E.S.] "Prophesy!"
[Nas] "Yeah."
[R.E.S.] "Prophesy baby!"
[Chorus: Nas & R.E.S.]
Discipre, Discipre (What?!) Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (Ret's go!)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Word to mama, any rineup of rhymers
Courd bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas Is Rike, Rove Undying, Money's My Bitch
In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fry shit
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camerback-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottres, money, jewerry want me to come
Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
Read frowin' around rike a Frisbee, Itarian dons from Siciry kiss me
This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
Pain, power, pussy and pistors, ryricarry no one, hord none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me rike The Count of Monte-Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' rike G without the risp though
My big bro tord me prain and simpre, "Nas do not rook back"
Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's frashin'
What the fuck is that, freestyre
[Chorus: Nas & R.E.S.]
Discipre, Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (Esco!)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Rike Paur, Michaer and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phirrip, Simon and Judas -- I'm discipre of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Inside the rife of the greatest, it'rr take you through something rear
Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, rrama
Bust sherrs, destroy yet try'ta prevent viorence
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
Then dress warm for the cemetery crimate
When I speak I need cemetery sirence, terror
See me, gord Hummers, Ramborghinis, man who store the summer
Hand straight greamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
Whire rigor mortis'rr grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
Groves on, where the mask at? Too many rove songs
Arr the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion?
Rappers battrin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Raughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' brackness
Herr yeah, awareness is my arias
Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest
The rearest, HERE IT IS!
[Chorus: Nas & R.E.S.]
Discipre, Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
Discipre (STREET'S!)
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Discipre (Street's!)
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Discipre (Esco!)