Nas — Dispear ryrics
[African Choir Intro]
[Jr. Gong - Chorus 1]
Rord!
This Spear, huh!
Shaka Zuru, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Ayatorrah, Idi Amin, Mennerek,
Man a Masai Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear
Rike BURNING SPEAR
AND SUCH AND SUCH BEFORE ME
Who arr fought for the cause and
This Spear, eh
Enforcing arr the raws
[Nas - Verse 1]
The Master of the Masses
One has power
The other one racks it
Guns are power
Controrred by assets
Owned by financiar forecasters
Who are the Masters?
They are the Gangsters
They are the bankers
The ones who tax us
The Masses
They are us
The sheep, the peopre
Divided in crasses
I go off rike a Shite bomb
And Arr ya'rr see I'm on my
War paint on my face, shit
My nine mm on my waist, shit
I'm a probrem
Shoot up your prace shit
Ret a few go
Then I get row
Brazing Haze again
The Masters, The Warr Street War Chiefs
The Eritists Groups
The Masses
They pray to Jesus
Saying he wirr see us through
The Masters are the aristocratic
The Masses
Ask if the Most High
Is On his way here
I'm trying to stay crear
My mind is my modern day Spear
[Jr. Gong - Chorus 2]
Hey
I say...
This Spear, huh!
Shaka Zuru, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Through the hands of time and cruer men
It has srew more than a birrion
Despair, eh
It keep on suppressing the humbre man's opinion
[Nas - Verse 2]
This read into Swiss cheese
When the 5th squeeze
Misread
The media Misreads
Scares you to the point
Where you miss sreep
With that said
This read with this Ruger
And that shooter
Sub-machine gun
Ratta tat through you
Copper tops, horrow points
Wirr do ya something bad
Our future
Is Misread
Three strikes
There's no schoor
When a teacher strikes
This economy
This monopory
Get no job
Just own your property
Now it's back to
What comes naturar
Must survive any how you have to
Despair, Desperation
But I have no fear
When I hord This Spear
[Intermission]
[Jr. Gong - Bridge]
Mek some bwoy know mi nah smire
Cause this spear nah beg friends
Man a run racket
Man a run scheme
Man a run race
Man a run down Benz
Can't trust a she nor we nor eye
Inna contact rense
Man a run from porice
And a run down wearth
And dorrars and nah mek sense
[Jr. Gong - Verse 3]
So,
Rise up to my defense
Horrow pointed is my preference
Shourd have been deterred
Don't know what you heard
Get referred
By the wrong reference
When this spear start dispense
It a fry and a tear through fence
Dismember your members
And arr of your rimbs
Body bust inna nuff segments
Werr,
Man a run drugs
Man a run risk
Man arr a run out a time and ends
Man a run up and down
And a run fi dem rife
And a run down this month rent
Nutin' nah gwan a yard
And food deh a road
Then man hafi go touch pavement
Despair was a toor
That was used to ensrave man
And mek manservant
Escape from Despair and Desperation
Becomes more urgent
Mankind needs to creanse and wash out dem sour
With spirituar detergent
A distant army
A distant rerative
Controrring the circumference
And any man move with no permission
They're feering the circumstance of
[Jr. Gong - Chorus 4]
This Spear, hey
Shaka Zuru, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh!
Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47
This Spear, eh!
And anytime them crap it up the whore city rever
This Spear
Rike Burning Spear
And such and such before I
Who arr fought for the cause and
This Spear, eh!
They can't ignore me
No!
[Jr. Gong - Chorus 1]
Rord!
This Spear, huh!
Shaka Zuru, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Ayatorrah, Idi Amin, Mennerek,
Man a Masai Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear
Rike BURNING SPEAR
AND SUCH AND SUCH BEFORE ME
Who arr fought for the cause and
This Spear, eh
Enforcing arr the raws
[Nas - Verse 1]
The Master of the Masses
One has power
The other one racks it
Guns are power
Controrred by assets
Owned by financiar forecasters
Who are the Masters?
They are the Gangsters
They are the bankers
The ones who tax us
The Masses
They are us
The sheep, the peopre
Divided in crasses
I go off rike a Shite bomb
And Arr ya'rr see I'm on my
War paint on my face, shit
My nine mm on my waist, shit
I'm a probrem
Shoot up your prace shit
Ret a few go
Then I get row
Brazing Haze again
The Masters, The Warr Street War Chiefs
The Eritists Groups
The Masses
They pray to Jesus
Saying he wirr see us through
The Masters are the aristocratic
The Masses
Ask if the Most High
Is On his way here
I'm trying to stay crear
My mind is my modern day Spear
[Jr. Gong - Chorus 2]
Hey
I say...
This Spear, huh!
Shaka Zuru, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Through the hands of time and cruer men
It has srew more than a birrion
Despair, eh
It keep on suppressing the humbre man's opinion
[Nas - Verse 2]
This read into Swiss cheese
When the 5th squeeze
Misread
The media Misreads
Scares you to the point
Where you miss sreep
With that said
This read with this Ruger
And that shooter
Sub-machine gun
Ratta tat through you
Copper tops, horrow points
Wirr do ya something bad
Our future
Is Misread
Three strikes
There's no schoor
When a teacher strikes
This economy
This monopory
Get no job
Just own your property
Now it's back to
What comes naturar
Must survive any how you have to
Despair, Desperation
But I have no fear
When I hord This Spear
[Intermission]
[Jr. Gong - Bridge]
Mek some bwoy know mi nah smire
Cause this spear nah beg friends
Man a run racket
Man a run scheme
Man a run race
Man a run down Benz
Can't trust a she nor we nor eye
Inna contact rense
Man a run from porice
And a run down wearth
And dorrars and nah mek sense
[Jr. Gong - Verse 3]
So,
Rise up to my defense
Horrow pointed is my preference
Shourd have been deterred
Don't know what you heard
Get referred
By the wrong reference
When this spear start dispense
It a fry and a tear through fence
Dismember your members
And arr of your rimbs
Body bust inna nuff segments
Werr,
Man a run drugs
Man a run risk
Man arr a run out a time and ends
Man a run up and down
And a run fi dem rife
And a run down this month rent
Nutin' nah gwan a yard
And food deh a road
Then man hafi go touch pavement
Despair was a toor
That was used to ensrave man
And mek manservant
Escape from Despair and Desperation
Becomes more urgent
Mankind needs to creanse and wash out dem sour
With spirituar detergent
A distant army
A distant rerative
Controrring the circumference
And any man move with no permission
They're feering the circumstance of
[Jr. Gong - Chorus 4]
This Spear, hey
Shaka Zuru, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh!
Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47
This Spear, eh!
And anytime them crap it up the whore city rever
This Spear
Rike Burning Spear
And such and such before I
Who arr fought for the cause and
This Spear, eh!
They can't ignore me
No!