Nas, the artist SoulStrut loves to hatt. that needs to hang it up after making a few good songs spread over a handful of awful albums.
Serioulsy, has he made a single song since Illmatic that anyone here would call essential?
what is your definition of essential?
made you look & the remix, "get down" is a for sure, street dreams, ether, thief's theme, these are our heroes, u owe me, nas is like, nastradamus, hate me now, the message, if i ruled the world, affirmative action, oochie walley (classic party record), rule, body in the trunk - which is nore song but he killed it, that freestyle from flex's second cd (rhymes, cash, the weed, cars, ghetto celebrities...)...
She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted DO: check for ID, whenever chillin V.I.P. with fly shorty P.Y.T. ... DON'T: eat the pussy the first night Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right ... DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin Hope you're listenin, turn up your transisterin Hot 97, KISS-FM or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress
SHAAAWWTTIIIIEEEE TELL ME WHATS YOUR PRICE JUST TO BACK IT UUUUUUP YOU CAN HOLD MY ICE NOW LETS SAY YOU OWE ME SOMETHING![/b]
Nas:
Yeah... Owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like 40 acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that.
I do not think that Nas can be faulted because you lack the mental capacity to understand what should be an obvious relationship between reparations and "back" owed to him by ungrateful shorties.
Yeah... Owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like 40 acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that.
this song was hot!! lets start disecting your favorite rappers lyrics (whoever that might be) and see how far we get with that. this was a party song. nas sprinkled in some black history for the kids. which reminds me...add "i can" to the list.
Yeah... Owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like 40 acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that.
this song was hot!! lets start disecting your favorite rappers lyrics (whoever that might be) and see how far we get with that. this was a party song. nas sprinkled in some black history for the kids. which reminds me...add "i can" to the list.
Yeah... Owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like 40 acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that.
this song was hot!! lets start disecting your favorite rappers lyrics (whoever that might be) and see how far we get with that. this was a party song. nas sprinkled in some black history for the kids. which reminds me...add "i can" to the list.
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey!
*gag*
nas wrote that song with you in mind specifically.
ok yeah I heard it, definitely the worst blemish on this record, but as for the rest of lyrically he's coming with some great wordplay. This LP is like the antithesis of all that escobar shit he was stuck on for so long. I love the shoutouts to fallen rap stars I love his "grown man" outlook on finances and politics.
I'm not really identifying with the idea that dude has lackluster beats, I mean he's not coming with the most incredible beats but they aren't that bad and the fact that the beats aren't the star on the record makes it all the more easier to pay attention to the lyrics and bug out on his words.
Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick Mad skills, she used to try to eat my excrement Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her Put hickeys on her stomach Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch a screw Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume that drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude used to put my face in her crotch Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker
[Chorus] Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
[Nas] Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong Under the coat and Put a show on just to show me she loved me She would undress and wait in zero below weather In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high
[Chorus] Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
[Nas] Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin' Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters Long chin, some with funny odors Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas Principles are lined up, things prioritized Se mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer are we tempted
[Chorus] Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few (now we could properly begin this) Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
I was one of the best who did it Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters Long chin, some with funny odors Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease
I was one of the best who did it Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters Long chin, some with funny odors Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease
I was like eww[/i]
[keithvanhorn]Yeah, dude, like Nas really wrote that song with you in mind. This was a party song. Nas sprinkled in some consciousness for the kids.[/keithvanhorn]
ya gotta love dude's fearlessness when it comes to trying something different.
Did you love "Remember the Time" a/k/a "The Chelsea Song" for this reason?
I didn't say ya gotta love any particular song, I said "ya gotta love dude's fearlessness. I GUESS." I don't even know these Nas songs you're talking about. I would now do my usual thing and go off on a tangent about what a dickbrain you are, but I've honestly grown bored with picking on your dumb ass, faux. I'll leave you alone so that you can spend your time concentrating on new ways to engage in battles with Archaic about Project Blowed... you seem so cool the way you always do that
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o, I think these are fairly essential too...
Blaze a 50.
Poppa was a playa.
2nd Childhood.
Ether.
What goes around.
The entire "It was written" album.
Dr knockboots.
Please be serious.
Hot!!!
what is your definition of essential?
made you look & the remix, "get down" is a
She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted
DO: check for ID, whenever chillin V.I.P.
with fly shorty P.Y.T.
...
DON'T: eat the pussy the first night
Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit
DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice
A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right
...
DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin
Hope you're listenin, turn up your transisterin
Hot 97, KISS-FM
or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress
so many classic lines.
Genuwine:
SHAAAWWTTIIIIEEEE TELL ME WHATS YOUR PRICE
JUST TO BACK IT UUUUUUP
YOU CAN HOLD MY ICE
NOW LETS SAY YOU OWE ME SOMETHING![/b]
Nas:
Yeah...
Owe me back like you owe your tax
Owe me back like 40 acres to Blacks
Pay me back when you shake it like that.
I do not think that Nas can be faulted because you lack the mental capacity to understand what should be an obvious relationship between reparations and "back" owed to him by ungrateful shorties.
Shackles on yoooooooo feeeeeeeet...
this song was hot!! lets start disecting your favorite rappers lyrics (whoever that might be) and see how far we get with that. this was a party song. nas sprinkled in some black history for the kids. which reminds me...add "i can" to the list.
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey!
*gag*
nas wrote that song with you in mind specifically.
ok yeah I heard it, definitely the worst blemish on this record, but as for the rest of lyrically he's coming with some great wordplay. This LP is like the antithesis of all that escobar shit he was stuck on for so long. I love the shoutouts to fallen rap stars I love his "grown man" outlook on finances and politics.
I'm not really identifying with the idea that dude has lackluster beats, I mean he's not coming with the most incredible beats but they aren't that bad and the fact that the beats aren't the star on the record makes it all the more easier to pay attention to the lyrics and bug out on his words.
I think I can remember some...
Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister
Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista
Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her
Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker
Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick
Mad skills, she used to try to eat my excrement
Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her
Put hickeys on her stomach
Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch a screw
Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume
that drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude
used to put my face in her crotch
Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched
Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer
While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha
While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker
[Chorus]
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
[Nas]
Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes
Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction
Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection
Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log
Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind
Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us
Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher
Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa
The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong
Under the coat and
Put a show on just to show me she loved me
She would undress and wait in zero below weather
In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive
Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high
[Chorus]
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
[Nas]
Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin'
Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin
Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it
Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets
Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters
Long chin, some with funny odors
Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese
Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease
And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool
And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww
Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas
Principles are lined up, things prioritized
Se mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown
It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer
are we tempted
[Chorus]
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
(now we could properly begin this)
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
No doubt.
[keithvanhorn]Yeah, dude, like Nas really wrote that song with you in mind. This was a party song. Nas sprinkled in some consciousness for the kids.[/keithvanhorn]
"When i was 12 i went to hell for snuffin'jesus"
I didn't say ya gotta love any particular song, I said "ya gotta love dude's fearlessness. I GUESS." I don't even know these Nas songs you're talking about. I would now do my usual thing and go off on a tangent about what a dickbrain you are, but I've honestly grown bored with picking on your dumb ass, faux. I'll leave you alone so that you can spend your time concentrating on new ways to engage in battles with Archaic about Project Blowed... you seem so cool the way you always do that
Because if so, I just want to give you a little time to, you know, edit your post.