Magic 2 Album Lyrics by Nas

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Intro (2023)

Bankoo Bluez Lets Go
Yea
Gang Gang Gang
Skrt
Skrt
Skrt
Skrt
Skrt
Yea Bankoo and it’s Bluez
Had to hop up in the Coupe
I been in booth for 24
I gotta spit my truth
Like it's 7 days a week
Gotta practice what you preach
Yea These niggas like our sons
We the teacher
Gotta teach
Money talk
Funny walk
It get you left in Grave
How the hell we suppose live this life
If we keep playing safe
Smoking all this green
I can’t see
A nigga feelin laced
I can never leave my nigga down bad
Cause I got grace
Hope I end it with a ace
Telling time by the pace
Shining diamonds pass the safe
Pass the blunt bout to face
Pass the tray bout to race
Had enough of this case
Got me moving liked I’m laced
Got me feeling out of place
Yea
Been through enough
Get the double cups
Got me leveled up
Yeah
Geeking too much
Now she looking stuck
Now she throwing up
And we growing up
Got us glowin up
Double cup straight to the face
Gotta pour it up
She gonna do what I say
Off that deuce
Said we wack
Said I’m trash
I’m just like “who say”
I’m like which way
What would you say
You taking L’s not no Cool J
You feeling lost find a map ayy
You feeling high another blunt ayy
Another blunt ayy
It’s the duo back again
Ion got no time for friends
People fake and they snakes
Only friendly to my Ms
Stacking shit see these bands
Look outside at my Benz
Gucci belt for the pants
Feeling hot get ya mans
I’m feelin fendi
Bitches lookin good
But they soul be lookin empty
The money calling so Bluez is gonna send me
Smoking gas I cannot pass
Faded off that henny

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Abracadabra

I wanna hear the new shit, a lil, a lil somethin'
I feel alot of the hatred so I'ma go create you a hit
I'm feelin' alot of the hatred so I have to create you a hit
I gotta say what it is
Say what it is, it's comin' in?

Ay, they gonna try me, they on my body, new illuminati
No way to describe me, no other word other than Godly
I run it back to back to back to back, ain't no one beside me
I'm doin' 'em grimey (yeah)
I don't know what got inside me (yeah)

Durag energy
I'm on a wave, you niggas cap
Give you the shakes like Faces of Death tapes
When that lady got hit on the track
I'm seeing black, so I gotta black, the magic is black (magic is black)
What generation don't listen to Nas, don't listen to rap
Spit on my platinum plaques
They probably spit on my grave for real
I split 'em like Puffy and Mase for real
'Cause I got a budget to waste for real
Hit-boy on the drum and the bass
Nobody jump on the stage
R.i.p. Trouble, but niggas is actin' like
They want some trouble today (let's go)

I'ma say what it is, I'm the one taking the risk
Y'all creatin' the hate but I be creatin' with Hit
Ain't no way we can miss (no)
Ain't no way we can miss (no)
Ain't no way we can miss (no)
Can't put a grade on my shit (no)

Y'all should be ashamed of y'all list (A+)
I put some pain into this
I put my veins, blood, bone, soul
I put my brain into this
Y'all moving brainless
Anything to be famous
I'm a magician, you should listen, it's never the same tricks

2020, when we did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
All the rappers we lost, I'm hopin' they rest up
Back to my Roots like Questlove
Still avoidin' the extras
What will they say today, I came from carrying crates
To touring through various states
I'm doing what's never been done to this day
Even the great can be on the plate, nobody safe
Abracadabra, saw 'em in half and then reattach 'em, I'm doing magic
Can you escape?

I gotta say what it is, I been the one takin' the risk
Y'all creatin' the hate but I be creatin' with Hit
Ain't no way we can miss (no)
Ain't no way we can miss (yo)
Ain't no way we can miss (yo)
Can't put a grade on my shit

They gonna try me, they on my body, new illuminati
Killin' em easy, God, I'm doin' this thing as a hobby
I'm runnin' it back to back to back to back, ain't no one beside me
I'm doin' em grimey (yeah)
I don't know what got inside me (yeah)
Yo, Hit
Can you believe this?
You are doing juju, abracadabra niggas
And you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kids fightin' people
You know we been fightin' 400
And still fightin' to this day, to this day, to this day
You just sit here don't know what I'm talkin' about

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Office Hours

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah
No reason to stop
That shit just flowin' like water
Let it float
Bruce Lee said, "Be like water"
like water
Just coast
Don't even think about that
Hip Hop's back

Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the yay, so I'm plugged in
Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato 70's
I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos
Godfather, they on payroll
They on go, when I say so
Not to kill, not a halo
They gon' build, plant tomatoes in the field
Now those Jada white trunk negotiator on the phone
Talkin' paper, office hours all day though

I'm from the hood that started the "Yerr"
Go and check and do your research, I started the surge
That big necklace shit
After the 80's, after Rakim, I resurrected it
Chest is lit, freezin' I'm polar vortexin' it
Got it, quiz me, am I gon' step from the business?
A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist
Without a numbing needle
I feed the people 'cause I love the people
Two series at once, yeah, let's run the sequel

If I really got it dumb it down for some of y'all
That's that Magic and that KD at the same time
Not Dumber or Dumber
This ain't a Dumb or Dumber sequel
Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey's my mans (Yeah)
But here's the plan

Multitasker
I don't need an OG pass
See my trajectory is everlasting, like Curtis Jackson
Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade
I'm surprised that I acted that way
A baby Mac-10, on my Yak shit
Carhartt in the cold
Don't get confused or used or let them bother your soul
Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas
We the reason you spelling NY with capital letters, listen

And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time-machine, come back with a vengeance
You should go study my analytics
I shouted people on verses that ain't deserve it
When it's turnt shit, I stand on business
Shout to the ones to whom I gave passes
Could've been a lot of graves full of caskets
Damn, I'm a good guy
For that I think I'm blessed more
All these Fredos could've been added to the death score
There'll be second line dancin' on St Charles Street
New Orleans band was jammin', playin' a raw beat
They gon' miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat
Like his arteries clogged from feasting on some hard meat

Innocent victim
Stick 'em, get 'em, book 'em, good you got 'em
Glad you took 'em
Black and wasn't lookin', headshot
Drill shit up the pole
Pure shit, 40 Glock
Kill snitch, run, but you still hit
Ratpack 'em, jump 'em, gun butt 'em, rub 'em
He fight back, snuff 'em
This shit ain't bout nuttin'

You saw it but you ain't seen shit
This is Queens shit
No ifs, ands, or buts in between shit

It's 50, nigga
You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit
Hahaha
He's tweakin' and geekin'
Hah, hah
Southside, nigga
QB nigga, yeah
So what we gon' do? Where Jungle at?
What we gon' do?
We stayin' in here? Or we goin' out?
Shit, we should go out, we rich as a muthaf*cka

Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the yay, so I'm plugged in
Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato 70's
I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I see a bunch of Fredos, all I
All I see is a bunch of Fredos
Ha, ayo Fif, I might put my next album out on G-Unit
You let 'em slap you around out here
You can't let 'em slap you around out here, it's bad for the family
They put a hand on you, you put two on them
Honor
F*ckin' Fredos
One thing I hate is a f*cking Fredo
It's bad for the family

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Black Magic

Uh, she havin' nightmares sleepin' next to me
Waking up unexpectedly
Maybe somebody hexin' me
Questionin' blessings on me protect me from weaponry
Hopin' she gon' have the same success if she don't let 'em in
I mean to set the alarm, she dreamt of all the whips
High speed chase, turn the TV on, I saw that shit
Dreamt she saw me bleeding, like a True Blood was cornered in
And it's crazy that I really woke up and bought the whips
Tapped her on the shoulder, don't believe in
Superstitious thesis, 'cause I'm amongst the demons
Cross on me, first time I got tatted
These the cards I was handed
I'm accessing the damage
Like the whole Jackson 5 dancin'
How I slide out, super squeaky always keep my sneakers clean
Back home, late night, iPhone on DND
Shorty's sleeping next to me and it's not even sexually
I think she might be scared, she hope nobody put a hex on me
Black Magic undefeated
Black Magic undefeated, undefeated, undefeated

Nasty bitch, bad as f*ck, don't ever try to play with me
And I got that trait in me to give your ass the vacancy
Never got a wedding ring, the life that she engaged to
Change, cars, nightlife, that's what she a slave to
Now it's time to feed her, eat it up like everyday
Evil in the atmosphere, let's hit it with the sage
Black Magic
Black Magic
Walk in skyscrapers, walk in, yeah

No good deed goes unpunished
It's the bummiest, dumbest
Life got bad luck in abundance
Look how happy these lames be
Whenever lies get slung at
The God, why they so angry, like they wishin' they can just run with
Anything when it come to Nas
The desperation it shows
Devil is inside of you
Black smoke, black magic, on your back, it's riding you
If I was you, I would watch who I give my power to
I don't make no coward moves
My solution's f*ck ton of positive is what I'm producin'
Thought patterns convoluted
Your witchcraft won't do nothin'
My Jesus piece is too flooded
Rosemarys, rose Cubans
The world addicted to black music
Black culture, that's black magic
It's way more than fat asses
Who chain bigger, who car the fastest
New contracts, I autograph it
New haters, that's automatic
They ain't see this comin', they got hit with the new wave
Evil in the atmosphere, let's hit it with the sage

God in heaven
Please protect the G's
Protect my ladies out there
And the children

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Motion

Yeah
Test, test
Yeah
I might spend a week, I might

Yo
I might spend a week at the Magic Castle
Presidential Suite, made of brass and alabaster
You can cast a spell
Just backfires, they satire
My guyzer's and I just watching from highrises
Weird luck, 'cause when we fail, we only fail up
I tear up every time I see a mail truck
Know that check comin' five-hundred a piece, smoothly
Ayo, that shit behooves me
They need to bring back beheadings
Guillotines for guys, get whacked like medieval times
They not ready
What we touch, leave everything dead-y
For tryna stop us, you can't, like my man said, we havin' motion

We havin' motion
We havin' motion
And ya'll ain't havin' no motion
No motion
No motion
Me and Hit, we havin' motion
Havin' motion
Havin' motion
And y'all ain't havin' no motion
It's all over
Like when the show end, ah-ah-ah-ah

Best friends chill by the pool, they bellydancing
Lampin', throwback sweatsuits from Grambling
Maybach trucks, Breaking Bad like Bryan Cranston
Black and white Nike Dunks, them clean Pandas
Dump the ashes in the ocean, get the sharks high
All black yacht, we made it from the hard times
In any era, Rivieras is my backdrop
Hacienda interchangeable, mad spots
Rollin' dice, shirts like Miami Vice
The women, they wear the scent that seduce with embroidered ice
The flesh, a vessel, I'm not obsessed with death
I manifest what's best
I'm ghetto tested, bless
I'm havin' motion like an eighteen-wheeler out on the turnpike
My worst night, a motion picture Fox Searchlight
Three-wheel motion
West Coast shit
Nigga overdoses, imperial pistols, ferocious
Explosive
East Coast shit
Motion like Flavor Flav in that "I Ain't No Joke" vid
And I ain't gotta say a word 'cause they know
I see Anchorage out in Turks & Caicos
Maybe they too angry, that's why they don't got motion

We havin' motion
We havin' motion
And y'all ain't havin' no motion
No motion
No motion
Me and Hit, we havin' motion
Havin' motion
Havin' motion
And y'all ain't havin' no motion
It's all over
Like when the show end

Best friends chill by the pool, they bellydancing
Lampin', throwback sweatsuits from Grambling
Maybach trucks, Breaking Bad like Bryan Cranston
Black and white Nike Dunks, them clean Pandas

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Bokeem Woodbine

One two, one two
Uh, yeah

I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch
Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth
But that just aroused my style
Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living ounce-to-ounce
This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce
I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say ouch

Snub nose like the Colombos and Bonannos
Rum in the cup holder, hittin' bumps and spill on the sandals
And car panels
I drew attention with artistic vision
Make an incision like Alonzo did to Joshua in Jason's Lyric
I think I caught the holy spirit
I put my soul in lyrics
Closed casket and we know who did it
E-S-C-O, I'm in the pole position
Yo, she chose this pimpin', put the pain inside the music 'cause I know they listenin'
'Member I sat on Kool G Rap' couch
Drank Ol E till we could'a blacked out
He pulled the track out
Thinkin' 'bout what to rap bout
Snappin' like Chrisean and Blueface
Tradin' bars with the gods till they get the screwface

Ouch
I know that's painful like playin' hoops and sprain your ankles
Or gettin' robbed for your Jesus
Your girl ain't stay true
That shit will hurt you like a K do
Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude
I'm bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
Home reading a script, lighting up from a good line
Not no cocaine, this that crack though
She asked for my passcode
She got what she asked for

I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch
Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth
But that just aroused my style
Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living ounce-to-ounce
This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce
I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say ouch

Ouch
My view is they only do it for views
Knife in my back and I wear the wounds
Like razor blades and lemon juice
I know it's hurtin' 'em how I move

You a sniper, she a sniper
Ouch
That's a painful situation
Ouch
You know when they say jokes but it be real
Ouch
You might take it like they hatin'
Pain pills can't even help you
Don't even matter if you're sedated
And you be swearin' you that boy
Then why shorty got you waiting?

Ouch
Ouch
Ouch
Yeah, yeah, ouch
Shit, it feel good it feel good
Shit feel good bruh
Feel good, it's that good type of pain

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Earvin Magic Johnson

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in

Shout to Rae and Ghost
Can it be all so simple? One of my favorite quotes
From 42nd Street, days of pimps wearing suede loafs
That McDonalds is still there where we had to trade blows
Then I stood on stages, Australia on occasion
Country Club, House of Blues, stadium status, hands wavin'
Hip-Hop 50 celebration, funny we the same age and
We just keep on getting iller, word to Heavy, word to Dilla
Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Milk D, I'm top billin', cooked in soul, grandma's skillet
And they rearrange my quotes, try to make me out the villain
Have you jammed up like what you spread on toast
Here's a dose of that interesting poetry others wishing they wrote
We don't smell y'all smoke, you should try a different approach
Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Overweight pockets for my niggas 'til the scales tippin', get it?

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for Cuban links)
I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for Cuban links)
I can't trust you built for none of this unless we tied in

Family ties, squad ties, money ties
Suit and ties, shoes tied, ready to ride, choose a side
Thought I told you all the time that we was surfin'
And you know I'm down for my niggas, free C-Murder
F*ck the chat, you know that I'm 'bout my mathematics
When you run up mad numbers, yeah, that's when they get the maddest
Acrobatics with the alphabets, I gave out Pateks
And I gave out Rollies and new Ranges to the baddest
Plus I wear the scars from the streets, ducking the mark of the beast
I know some brothers doin' life, they say, "Nas talkin' for me"
My brother Will for real, he used to thug the thugs
I'm throwin' George Washingtons 'cause we them ones, uh
Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Rest up, half a million on an island all alone, I still ball
Me and Wilson put up forty on the board
At the Forum like I'm Magic and Kareem on the floor
Pat Riley on the bench callin' plays, I just score (I just score, I just score)
Callin' plays, we just score (I just score, yeah)
Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Milk D, I'm top billin', cooked in soul, grandma's skillet, get it?

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for Cuban links)
I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for Cuban links)
I can't trust you built for none of this unless we tied in

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What This All Really Means

I finally see
See what it all mean
Yeah

The feeling of the first time seeing your name on a flier
It just was yesterday picture that on the day you retire
And they still shocked and amazed, I made it up higher
'Cause I came up with them hotheads that played with the fire
Product of the 80's, Prada, Milan, store for the lady
I'm a carnivore constantly come with concepts to pay me
I'm responsible for they most cockiest behavior
My DNA in they G'd up ways, and they surveyin'
I showed 'em, my scrotum is golden
Rap game stomach was swollen
I left these bastards on your doorsteps
Behold 'em
Ideas come and go away, but I already thought 'em
So, years later they still new when I go record 'em
I done hooked up with a beast
Never stingy with the beats
Experimental accident records wind up killing the streets
Black and proud shirts, white Jesus pieces on Cuban links
Civil war chick, yo, she black and white on Egyptian sheets

And I can see the jealousy
I think they really scared of me
Do what I do and let it be
And that's the way I always been since I was seventeen
I finally see what this all really means

Did a double album when rap double albums was startin'
They bootlegged "I Am " a album I put my heart in
Nipsey met me to do a doc about it, 'fore he departed
He talked to Stoute about it too, 'cause he was part of that project (yeah)
Back then we charted with the CDs and tapes
And I still come out the field, you either scrape or get scraped
You either in or out, you rollin' or you just in the way
What this all really means, I had to reload the drake
Eighty years old, I'm still gon' have a chain, a kilo it weigh
Speedos on the beach, my belly out when I land in Capri
Wearing black owned designer (uh)
Math on my mind (ok)
It's a while 'fore I get there, almost past forty nine
I be on the block easy with a glass full of wine
Red chrome, heart lenses to see I'm in my third prime
The Q-U-double E-N-S
Y'all gon' need some EMS when we drop this and that's a bet

The feeling of the first time seeing your name on a flier
It just was yesterday, picture that on the day you retire
And they still shocked and amazed I made it up higher
'Cause I came up with them hotheads that play with the fire (it's facts)

And I can see the jealousy
I think they really scared of me
Do what I do and let it be, uh
And that's the way I always been since I was seventeen
I finally see what this all really means

It's everything
From the hard times
I finally know what this all really means
The bad times
Anthony Saleh, we got a team
The better times
All mixed in between
Sunshine and rain
Yeah
Yeah
Tough people last, tough times don't
Yeah
Tough people last, tough times don't
Now I see

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Slow It Down

Nas like the Nazca Lines, could only be seen from up high
Only the true understand me, but I see 'em as family
I saw this shit when I was fourteen, I counted on it
I was born at dawn with a powerful, poignant style they wanted
Never dissin' for clout
Y'all know what this about
Niggas try to deflect from the fact people saw them fizzle out
The people saw them try to make hit songs that went wrong
This about the money, right? 'Cause all that shit done been gone

Let's throw a nickel at the wishing well rappers
Watch it sink to the bottom, and I wish 'em all happiness
I'm in the cut, attention-needers need to front
See 'em front, the world watchin' them shine, that's all they want
And I always get my cut, imagine that making you mad
I'm just a real version, they don't make 'em like that
Never had to get the youth to relate for the bag
And since they smarter than us, they know Nas was once they age

Made they pay grade, the youngster phase
Same mistakes, the times have changed
Tryin' not to touch the cage, but touch interior
In the front is the trunk, that's the custom carrier
Let's play a game, I hand you a king of diamonds
The hand is faster than the eye, check in your pocket
I snap my fingers, I'm up in smoke like The Chronic
Disappear, reappear, right in front of your optics

Let's slow it down
Was I moving too fast for you?
Let's slow it down, then
If you gotta slow it down, I won't laugh at you
Let's slow it down
Slow it down
Might be moving too fast for you
Was I moving too fast for them? Slow it down
Let's slow it down

Upon closer inspection, they really are non-threatening
I bomb first and I stretch it
Instigators causing these problems
that's why I question everything and everybody
that's aiming in this direction
That's why I sound like I been spending time in spa
Thinking 'bout the days I first heard I became a star
Words from my A&R, I'm noticin' that they notice me
Gun and a mean mug and was slow to speak
Now I hold meetings over cold sake and kobe beef
Hockey jersey, a hoodie underneath
Set up the trust, appoint the trustee
Corporations is the modern day custees
My flow is the hard substance, mastered at Bernie Grundman
The stovetop and oven, my company going public
I see the puppets, they movin' like they the judges
But Nas in all the subjects, it's hard for you to catch up with

Let's slow it down
Was I moving too fast for you?
Let's slow it down, then
If you gotta slow it down, I won't laugh at you
Let's slow it down
Slow it down
Might be moving too fast for you
Was I moving too fast for them? Slow it down
Let's slow it down

I might be movin' at lightspeed
I landed icy in Iceland to sightsee
This long mink on me pricey
I might perm up my shit like I'm Ice-T
American Pimp I'm on time and
Only thing that I pimp is this rhymin'
I made that work for me back since the 90's
That's the daily affirmations to remind me

I might be movin' at lightspeed
To do what I'm doin's unlikely
This new urgency's perfectly hurtin' 'em
Send these suckers to emergency nightly

S-slow it down

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Pistols On Your Album Cover

Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
I've murdered niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your album cover just like BDP

Single mothers on that EBT just tryin' to feed their seeds
Scammers and boosters living nice off of EDD
CCTV, all the cameras'll shoot ya
Soon as you let a shot off it'll damage your future
It's some thugs in the hood that could've been hoopers
Some good girls who turnt bad, who coulda been super
Models, some Dominicanas in Cabo
Some with the bloodline to Lagos, Lagos
So many stones in my hand just like Thanos
Eat Italiano, grazie, prego
Vibe to my music out in Prague
FaceTime me and Haas
It feel good to feel alive, think I just had a breakthrough

I know the light is bright, but keep on watching me
I know the light is bright, but keep on watching me
I'm stolen property
Kicking the flavor to society

Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
I've murdered niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your album cover just like BDP

Man, this the hardest shit since DPG, Kurupt and Daz
Nate Dogg on the hook, Dr. Dre on the track
This melody takin' me back, but we pushin' it forward
187 on rappers, N-A-S, I'm a poet
At times I get confused, they lie in they interviews
Get goose pimples whenever I'm puttin' on my jewels
Bailed so many brothers out
Paid all their lawyer fees
After that some turned they back, where is the loyalty?
Money's lovely, but I could care less who has more than me
I'm just happy Mutulu Shakur got free
May he rest in peace
He was a warrior all of his days
And time move faster the more you get up there in age
In other news, I'm a G to the grave
I know they wanna see me burnt out, depleted and drained
High blood pressure, instead I'm on a rampage
My pupils are dilated, I throw on some dark shades

Eyes blurry, saying goodbye at the cemetery
I've murdered niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your album cover just like BDP

I'm MC Shan with an uzi
Pistols on your album cover just like BDP
To the hardest artists out there
Pistols on your album cover
Boogie Down Productions
I remember I put Tupac onto that Henny
Howard University
Howard Homecoming DC
He's like "What's this?"
He drank that shit though, word

Crazy, super hard facts, super facts
I know the light is bright
Yeah, uh
Pistols on my album cover, nigga, blaow

I know the light is bright, but keep on watching me
Let's go
Yeah
I know the light
Peace to Mutulu, I'ma get at these dudes though

History revisionist
They put themselves where they didn't dwell
I was there, saw them almost shit themselves
Walked in the club one day the pistol fell
I gripped my belt, shit was real
Back then, when I used to ship a mil' out the gate
Different world, digital scales to record sales
A symposium with my bros and them
That mean we kick it with official bros
My journey was great but difficult
What is life if it isn't both?

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One Mic, One Gun

Ain't no back and forth, ain't no left or right (21, 21)
I got King's Disease but I move like a knight (21, 21)
Rappers bandwagon tryna get some likes (21, 21)
I do it for the fam', never for the hype (21, 21)
When you turn to legend, no such thing as relevance (21, 21)
They must've forgot that I'm a new rapper that got integrity (21, 21)
All in the media and blogs, that's just a place I don't care to be (21, 21)
Most of these niggas wouldn't say shit if they was ahead of me (Hit-Boy)

No back and forth, I did it back then, I do it right now (woo)
I opened a lane for my era, I'm goated, they gave me the crown
G.O.A.T. with all the success, the negative press, I'm watchin' it pile (uh)
They sayin' that black music dyin', I'm sayin', "They wipin' us out"
But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now
Whatever I do is N.Y., I'm keepin' it Queens 'cause that's my side (what up?)
I shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state
I'm with 21 on my second run, this shit come with age

It's a conversation (woo), it's determination (yeah)
Your interpretation, I just shocked the nation (oh)
Did my tour with The Wu', I came back and I set the pace (whoa)
They just ran in one of my cribs and took what? I replaced it (haha)
Two Caucasians up out of their faces
Most of y'all assumed that they was black, it's exploitation (Black Caesar)
They ain't know that I see everything, invest in the Ring
It's cool to be mainstream, I'd rather be timeless
That's if we keepin' it P, 21 (21, 21)

I'm on that same trajectory
Bullet wounds and jail cells couldn't stop me, this my destiny
Never controversial, I'm mad the fans expected less from me
Nigga sneezed around me, wipe his nose, won't get no bless from me
F*ck the jewelry, I rather buy land and invest successfully
I got all type of stocks and bonds, Kehinde Wiley on my wall
And I'ma pass it to my son
If Savage like the capo that mean Escobar the don, one mic', one gun
My net worth like eight figures, I'm workin' on gettin' me nine
You know that I'm one of them niggas, I ain't doin' no cappin' or lyin'
You rappers be chasin' the hype, I do it and I don't be tryin'
I ain't goin' against no legend, nigga, I'm tryna be next in line
They actin' like I just popped, I was platinum before I signed
I went platinum without no features, I put platinum on your mind
This Glock I got two-tone, and this bitch don't bust no rhyme
They wanna see me f*cked so they could deport me like I'm Shyne

No back and forth, I did it back then, I do it right now (woo)
They tellin' me that I'm the G-O-A-T, I been here for a while (while)
G.O.A.T., love me today, hate me tomorrow, no switchin' my style (style)
21, Yak, y'all get together, be big for the South (the globe)
But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now (uh)
Whatever I do is New York, you hear that shit all in my vowels (grrt)
I shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state
I'm one of them ones, on my second run, I'm on a new wave

Two kings
We're sendin' love to the whole culture
21, Esco, Mass Appeal, Slaughter Gang
This shit too easy, king