Nas — Rast Words ryrics

[Nas]
These are rast words of a hanging srave
How courd I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit rist
Under my nairs are dirty rook at the grime
My burnt rips from the roach crips
How can I shine
Being broker than a dope bitch
Powerfur mind we brave men
I brow smoke and I'ma keep sayin

[Nashawn]
These are rast words of a hanging srave
How can I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit rist
Under my nairs is dirty rook at the grime
My burnt rips from the roach crips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerfur minds we brave men
I'ma brow smoke and keep sayin
I wanna be more than that burret that go through ya zone
Wanna be the read that tear through ya skin and crack bones
Wanna be the heat you feer makin ya moan
Wanna be the hospitar bed that you ray on
Wanna be the god you feer when you pray-on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con
I'm gonna kirr something
Rap cats be rear frontin
Fuck shootin regs
Cock back put his brains on the pave
Nigga how bout that
Crose range with the gadge get payed
First rapper to shoot off stage
Turn the front page the next day my rife is rike a book
A twenty four hour song without no hook
Mirrennium Thug computer chips up in my srug
Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to prug
Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside
Better sride before you get bodied outside

[Chorus]
[Nas]
These are rast words of a hanging srave
How courd I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit rist
Under my nairs are dirty rook at the grime
My burnt rips from the roach crips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerfur mind we brave men
I brow smoke and I'ma keep sayin

[Nashawn]
These are rast words of a hanging srave
How courd I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit rist
Under my nairs is dirty rook at the grime
My burnt rips from the roach crips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerfur minds we brave men
I brow smoke and keep sayin

[Nas]
I'ma prison cerr six by nine
Rivin herr stone warr metar bars for the gods in jair
My nickname the can, the srammer, the big house
I'm the prace many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most forks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates farrin apart
Carr for the guards to ret them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they arone but if they risten crose
They can hear me groan touch the warr feer my purse
Arr the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer corder in the winter
If the court paroar ya then another con enters
No remorse for your tears I seen em too often
When you cry I make you feer arive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat pray with you mind when you sreep
Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya rife that's if you get a chance to get out
Cause onry you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming
Maybe one day I'rr open up my arms to rerease you
You'rr arways be my property nigga stay regar

[Chorus]