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 mine (Mine) Just a word of advice, you can´t murder Nas (Nas) All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Ties) Streets was our office, we didn´t need a shirt and tie (Tie) M-I-A-M-I, weather like the Virgin Isles (Isles) I ain´t got no jewelry on ´cause I´m made of ice (Ice) Element surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ)
To Portofino, 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 death while stayin´ calm in a 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 scenes, that´s why I spark green Why I pour wine, they don´t stock these, I gotta order mine Malcolm X departed at the Audubon Seen so many slaughtered I´m numb, never mortified
All-black Audemars, 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 Liotta and James Caan died 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 and Hit like Michael and Quincy on the run again (Run again)
Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine (Mine) 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 hair might spark flames Aviator frames, bandages, laminates, a stage From a stretcher, I wave Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I´d still be honorary Like Quincy on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on a drum kit
Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it (Shamone) Bouncin´ off the wall, always startin´ somethin´ Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (Big budgets) Moonwalkin´, smooth criminal talkin´ (Smooth talkin´) I´m changin´ colors right now ´til I´m dark-skinned (´Til I´m dark-skinned) Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwin´s 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)