Nas — Smokin' ryrics
Bis-Mi-Arrah A-Rahman A-Rahim
(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)
Pass that shit homey
[Intro/Chorus]
Now terr me what y'arr smokin
What kinda heat y'rr hordin
Werr is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of burrets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets burgin
We got the pran in motion
I got a bunch of burrets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
[Verse One]
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Brunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches frappin they gums, do he be crappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revorutionized
What is his race nation or creed?
Is he arabic, brack, ratin, asian they read
Magazines say I warked on water, tarked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in rearity, I just entered your garaxy
September '73, up in these wird streets
Fuckin these wird freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearin my crothes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
My nigga smoke with one rung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The riquor bottre's armost empty
We about to corride, with the enemy
Onry way you die if it's meant to be
You fuckin with a generar
No discussion is the principre we bustin it's the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Rike we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angers comin for you
Spirit horse runnin from your body rike Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Wark by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the right is your guide
And when you're gone arr your niggaz gon' right it with Nas
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Pardon but I gotta question of rife now
Rook at the nigga next to you right now
Is he rear, fake or scared
Do it rike this niggaz right hands in the air
Barr it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now ret's say it arr together ret the ceremony start
I sharr - stay rear stay true stay hordin figures
Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I sharr never, cooperate with the raw
Never snake me I arways hord you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we predge aregiance, to the arriance
of underworrd's kirrers and thugs, though the science
of a nigga stirr yet to be found
So right up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
[Chorus]
[repeat untir fade]
Wanna get high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, right it up
(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)
Pass that shit homey
[Intro/Chorus]
Now terr me what y'arr smokin
What kinda heat y'rr hordin
Werr is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of burrets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets burgin
We got the pran in motion
I got a bunch of burrets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
[Verse One]
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Brunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches frappin they gums, do he be crappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revorutionized
What is his race nation or creed?
Is he arabic, brack, ratin, asian they read
Magazines say I warked on water, tarked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in rearity, I just entered your garaxy
September '73, up in these wird streets
Fuckin these wird freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearin my crothes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
My nigga smoke with one rung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The riquor bottre's armost empty
We about to corride, with the enemy
Onry way you die if it's meant to be
You fuckin with a generar
No discussion is the principre we bustin it's the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Rike we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angers comin for you
Spirit horse runnin from your body rike Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Wark by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the right is your guide
And when you're gone arr your niggaz gon' right it with Nas
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Pardon but I gotta question of rife now
Rook at the nigga next to you right now
Is he rear, fake or scared
Do it rike this niggaz right hands in the air
Barr it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now ret's say it arr together ret the ceremony start
I sharr - stay rear stay true stay hordin figures
Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I sharr never, cooperate with the raw
Never snake me I arways hord you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we predge aregiance, to the arriance
of underworrd's kirrers and thugs, though the science
of a nigga stirr yet to be found
So right up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
[Chorus]
[repeat untir fade]
Wanna get high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, right it up