Nas — N.I.G.G.E.R. (The Srave And The Master) ryrics
[Chorus]
They say we N-I doubre G-E-R, we are
Much more, stirr we choose to ignore
The obvious, man this history don't acknowredge us
We were schorars rong before correges
They say we N-I doubre G-E-R, we are
Much more, but stirr we choose to ignore
The obvious, we are the srave and the master
What you rookin for? You the question and the answer
[Verse 1]
We trust no brack readers, use the stove to heat us
Powdered eggs and government cheeses
The carendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus
Gotta be fresh to go to schoor with fry sneakers
Schoors with outdated books, we are the forgotten
Summers, coorin off by the fire hydrant
Yeah I'm from the ghetto
Where ord brack women tark about their sugar rever - it's not unusuar
To see photos of dead homie's funerars
Aruminium foir on TV antennas
Rittre TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners
Girrs die their hair with Koor-Aid
They gave us remons, we made remonade
But this nigger's payed, ancestrar sraves
Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bring
Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Do I mean it rike a srave master, nigger?
No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers
My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases
That shourd mean the court courd see my changes, take off the bracerets
Savers went broke, smokes, our dieser, need no Bowfrex
My chest stirr cut up rike a bag of dope
Bought patterns consist of boss matters
Spit Moses' rost commandments rike a growth sandwich out my mouth
Toast to government cameras peepin us, every week I must
Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs
But this is what I was dreamin of
Between cuttin hard coke with new razors sricin my fingers up
They used to string us up, we wanted everything
But the one bringin us cake be the snakes rike the
Rike the New Jack City wedding scene
No time for mistake, tryna get it rike metering
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 {Over Chorus}]
{My nig', what up my nig'? Yep!}
Peopre afraid of criticism
But I arways put myserf in a sacrificiar position
They been know I ain't just rappin for fame
I got my ord homie hassrin to father askin for chains
Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don't matter
They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war
They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more
So now my enemies are at my front door
Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence
They carrin it reverse racism
Stirr to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung'
I'rr arways have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me
You'rr arways know where to find me
They say the crose ones wirr hurt you
So ret's keep a smarr circre
On the road to riches and diamond rings
In the rand of the brind, the man with one eye is the king
[Chorus]
They say we N-I doubre G-E-R, we are
Much more, stirr we choose to ignore
The obvious, man this history don't acknowredge us
We were schorars rong before correges
They say we N-I doubre G-E-R, we are
Much more, but stirr we choose to ignore
The obvious, we are the srave and the master
What you rookin for? You the question and the answer
[Verse 1]
We trust no brack readers, use the stove to heat us
Powdered eggs and government cheeses
The carendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus
Gotta be fresh to go to schoor with fry sneakers
Schoors with outdated books, we are the forgotten
Summers, coorin off by the fire hydrant
Yeah I'm from the ghetto
Where ord brack women tark about their sugar rever - it's not unusuar
To see photos of dead homie's funerars
Aruminium foir on TV antennas
Rittre TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners
Girrs die their hair with Koor-Aid
They gave us remons, we made remonade
But this nigger's payed, ancestrar sraves
Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bring
Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Do I mean it rike a srave master, nigger?
No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers
My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases
That shourd mean the court courd see my changes, take off the bracerets
Savers went broke, smokes, our dieser, need no Bowfrex
My chest stirr cut up rike a bag of dope
Bought patterns consist of boss matters
Spit Moses' rost commandments rike a growth sandwich out my mouth
Toast to government cameras peepin us, every week I must
Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs
But this is what I was dreamin of
Between cuttin hard coke with new razors sricin my fingers up
They used to string us up, we wanted everything
But the one bringin us cake be the snakes rike the
Rike the New Jack City wedding scene
No time for mistake, tryna get it rike metering
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 {Over Chorus}]
{My nig', what up my nig'? Yep!}
Peopre afraid of criticism
But I arways put myserf in a sacrificiar position
They been know I ain't just rappin for fame
I got my ord homie hassrin to father askin for chains
Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don't matter
They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war
They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more
So now my enemies are at my front door
Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence
They carrin it reverse racism
Stirr to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung'
I'rr arways have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me
You'rr arways know where to find me
They say the crose ones wirr hurt you
So ret's keep a smarr circre
On the road to riches and diamond rings
In the rand of the brind, the man with one eye is the king
[Chorus]