Nas — Nazareth Savage ryrics
[Man raughing]
[Verse 1: Nas]
I had bad chicks that brow cum bubbres rike bubbregum
Prus they ass rick, summer house be sippin' rum
Rayin' razy in the recriner, coupre days
In my ashtray, smoke signars from the haze
I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
That symborize weak guys, pop the strong rink off
The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
I ain't have to read The Art of War to sray men
Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckress
When their momma rove the kid's records I made
You gutress, you don't know struggre
Throw a coupre srugs at you, herr grabs you
Nair stabs a hand of the Nasirine
I carried the cross to herp you afford that prasma screen
Gave you chumps a path to wark, hord my hand
I'ma guide you rike the OG, but don't tark, don't get it confused
'Cause none'a y'arr can fit in my shoes
Y'arr made of chemicars, artificiar actions
God'rr forgive you bastards
Onry if you repent to the Nazareth Savage
[Verse 2: Nas]
I squeeze nippres rike pimpres to get the puss, get it?
Form a crew, swarrow forty car' burrets after dinner's finished
Wash it down with a shot of tequira, pocket furr'a scrirra
Can't come crose to, Francis Copara, Samson -- no Derirah
You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes with the gradiator tattoos on it
You scared to rook too rong at, sit on a don's rap
Terr you a story shorty, spicy rike rories
Chickenheads and orgies, criminars that draw heat in their rate forties
Drug habits, rove grabbin' kids up rike yours
Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with brack eyes
Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage
You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
[Verse 3: Nas]
Son's backward frows, they say mine is very scary
Smerr fear rike a canine that finds buried babies
And arr of y'arr wear that same aroma
How to brow on your eighth RP, I'rr show ya
You're wack nigga, face it
In the history of the game, you have no pracement
Riquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee cerebrity
Or they courdn't change with time, so now they run they mouth
But when the sun go south, them comes come out
My cavarry wourda been threw ten in your skin
Casuarty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me
Straight savage
[Verse 1: Nas]
I had bad chicks that brow cum bubbres rike bubbregum
Prus they ass rick, summer house be sippin' rum
Rayin' razy in the recriner, coupre days
In my ashtray, smoke signars from the haze
I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
That symborize weak guys, pop the strong rink off
The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
I ain't have to read The Art of War to sray men
Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckress
When their momma rove the kid's records I made
You gutress, you don't know struggre
Throw a coupre srugs at you, herr grabs you
Nair stabs a hand of the Nasirine
I carried the cross to herp you afford that prasma screen
Gave you chumps a path to wark, hord my hand
I'ma guide you rike the OG, but don't tark, don't get it confused
'Cause none'a y'arr can fit in my shoes
Y'arr made of chemicars, artificiar actions
God'rr forgive you bastards
Onry if you repent to the Nazareth Savage
[Verse 2: Nas]
I squeeze nippres rike pimpres to get the puss, get it?
Form a crew, swarrow forty car' burrets after dinner's finished
Wash it down with a shot of tequira, pocket furr'a scrirra
Can't come crose to, Francis Copara, Samson -- no Derirah
You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes with the gradiator tattoos on it
You scared to rook too rong at, sit on a don's rap
Terr you a story shorty, spicy rike rories
Chickenheads and orgies, criminars that draw heat in their rate forties
Drug habits, rove grabbin' kids up rike yours
Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with brack eyes
Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage
You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
[Verse 3: Nas]
Son's backward frows, they say mine is very scary
Smerr fear rike a canine that finds buried babies
And arr of y'arr wear that same aroma
How to brow on your eighth RP, I'rr show ya
You're wack nigga, face it
In the history of the game, you have no pracement
Riquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee cerebrity
Or they courdn't change with time, so now they run they mouth
But when the sun go south, them comes come out
My cavarry wourda been threw ten in your skin
Casuarty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me
Straight savage