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Disciple
Nas "TwoL.E.S."Prophesy baby!" L.E.S."Prophesy!" Nas "Yeah."
[Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Let's go!)
[Verse 1: Nas] Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My Bitch Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelbackPyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me Kids cheer me like The Count of MonteSteady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back" Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin' What the fuck is that, freestyle
[Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Esco!) [Verse 2: Nas]
Phillip, Simon and Judas Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, traumaIf I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toeDrag you through the cement, foBody parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs Rappers battlin' nonLaughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, HERE IT IS!
[Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Street's!) Disciple (Street's!) Disciple (Esco!)
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