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Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
N-N-N-N-Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum de-virignized
While the music is
Hahaha

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mind (mind)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (ties)

Streets was an office, we didn't need a shirt and tie (tie)
In my AMI, weather like the version Niles (Niles)
I ain't got no jewelry on, 'cause I'm made of ice (ice)
Element surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ)
To Porto Fino, sittin' high in the cliff
From a younger dude with a crew and we was workin' the shift
Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced
They never been scared to doubt, while stayin' karma to twist
I creeped in a jean jacket, headband and Nikes
I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike
And I was lookin' at these people, thinkin' they just might
Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers
Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarls Barkley
Before I even pull to the spot, they try to park me
I'm used to dark seas, that's why I spark green
Why I pour wine, they don't stock these, I gotta order mine (order mine)
Malcolm X departed at the Audubon
Seen so many slaughtered, I'm numb, never mortified
All-black Audemar, you claim yours was one of one
We timepiece monsters, every season, we be on the hunt
Jeepers, creepers, America's a baby that's teethin'
Shittin' on itself, cryin' for it's next feedin'
As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet
Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
Plus Ray Liota and James Condad
Iconic actors, who were redemption for these mob guys
We easin' on down the road for the third win
Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind
Like young Quincy Jones, stuck outside the club
'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ah, to be young again
But right now, it's like I got the power of a hundred men
Nas'll hit like Michael and Quincey on the run again (run again)

Eardrums devirginized from the words of mind (mind)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (certain ties)

I'm activated, my hand might spark flames
Aviator frames, bandages, lambin', this a stage
From a stretcher, I wave
Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'll still be honorary
Like Quincey on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on the drum kit
Nasty like Michael, on the vocals, I overdub it (come on)
Bouncin' off the wall, always startin' somethin'
Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (big budgets)
Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin' (smooth talk)
I'm changin' colors right now, 'til I'm dark-skinned ('til I'm dark-skinned)
Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwins
Annie, are you okay, watchin' me transformin'? (Shamone)
Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove
Know some money-gettin' thugs that could buy The Beatles' pub
That's what I really call coppin' white, re-in' up (re-in' up)

Haha
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Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
N-N-N-N-Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum de-virignized
While the music is
Hahaha

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mind (mind)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (ties)

Streets was an office, we didn't need a shirt and tie (tie)
In my AMI, weather like the version Niles (Niles)
I ain't got no jewelry on, 'cause I'm made of ice (ice)
Element surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ)
To Porto Fino, sittin' high in the cliff
From a younger dude with a crew and we was workin' the shift
Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced
They never been scared to doubt, while stayin' karma to twist
I creeped in a jean jacket, headband and Nikes
I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike
And I was lookin' at these people, thinkin' they just might
Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers
Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarls Barkley
Before I even pull to the spot, they try to park me
I'm used to dark seas, that's why I spark green
Why I pour wine, they don't stock these, I gotta order mine (order mine)
Malcolm X departed at the Audubon
Seen so many slaughtered, I'm numb, never mortified
All-black Audemar, you claim yours was one of one
We timepiece monsters, every season, we be on the hunt
Jeepers, creepers, America's a baby that's teethin'
Shittin' on itself, cryin' for it's next feedin'
As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet
Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
Plus Ray Liota and James Condad
Iconic actors, who were redemption for these mob guys
We easin' on down the road for the third win
Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind
Like young Quincy Jones, stuck outside the club
'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ah, to be young again
But right now, it's like I got the power of a hundred men
Nas'll hit like Michael and Quincey on the run again (run again)

Eardrums devirginized from the words of mind (mind)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (certain ties)

I'm activated, my hand might spark flames
Aviator frames, bandages, lambin', this a stage
From a stretcher, I wave
Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'll still be honorary
Like Quincey on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on the drum kit
Nasty like Michael, on the vocals, I overdub it (come on)
Bouncin' off the wall, always startin' somethin'
Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (big budgets)
Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin' (smooth talk)
I'm changin' colors right now, 'til I'm dark-skinned ('til I'm dark-skinned)
Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwins
Annie, are you okay, watchin' me transformin'? (Shamone)
Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove
Know some money-gettin' thugs that could buy The Beatles' pub
That's what I really call coppin' white, re-in' up (re-in' up)

Haha
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Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
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