Lyrics Disciple - Clean Album Version - Nas
2004,
yeah
L,
what's
up?
Prophesy!
Yeah,
it's
prophesy,
baby!
Disciple,
disciple
(what?)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(let's
go!)
Word
to
mama,
any
lineup
of
rhymers
Could
bring
any
drama,
anytime,
the
city's
mine,
Nas
is
like
Love
Undying,
Money's
My
Bitches,
Thugz
Mansion
Thugs
dancin'
around
the
fly
sh-
Pharaoh
garment's
Prada,
Egyptian
camelback-riders
Pyramid
architects,
Perignon
bottles
Money,
jewelry,
want
me,
then,
come
get
me
Hit
me
but
don't
miss
me,
you
history
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,
p-,
and
pistols
Lyrically
no
one,
hold
none
near
me,
hear
me
Kids
cheer
me
like
The
Count
of
Monte-Cristo
Steady
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
f-
is
that?
Freestyle
Disciple,
disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(Esco!)
Like
Paul,
Michael,
and
Matthew,
Peter,
James,
and
Andrew
Phillip,
Simon,
and
Judas,
I'm
disciple
of
music
Street
beats
is
the
main
thing,
minus
the
traitor
And
I'm
not
a
dictator,
I'm
the
righteous
invitin'
you
haters
Inside
the
life
of
the
greatest,
it'll
take
you
through
something
real
Get
a
smack
in
your
face,
'cause
I
hurt
up,
traumatize,
ilama
Bust
shells,
destroy,
yet
tryna
prevent
violence
If
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,
Lamborghini's,
man
who
stole
the
summer
Hand
straight
gleamin',
if
I
don't
know
you,
toe-tag
you
Drag
you
through
the
cement,
fo-fo
maggie
Body
parts
in
my
man's
Maserati
car,
then,
party
hard
in
Madagascar
While
Rigor
Mortis'll
grab
ya,
him
retarded,
I'm
pass
that
Gloves
on,
where
the
mask
at?
Too
many
love
songs
All
the
thugs
gone,
what
happened?
Where's
the
passion?
Rappers
battlin'
non-rappers,
carryin'
on
backwards
Laughin'
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,
disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(streets)
Disciple
(Esco!)
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1 Bridging the Gap
2 Live Now - Clean Album Version
3 Sekou Story - Clean Album Version
4 The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch - Clean Album Version
5 Intro
6 A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People - Clean Album Version
7 Nazareth Savage - Clean Album Version
8 American Way
9 These Are Our Heroes - Clean Album Version
10 Disciple - Clean Album Version
11 Rest Of My Life - Clean Album Version
12 Just a Moment
13 You Know My Style
14 Suicide Bounce (feat. Busta Rhymes) - Clean Album Version
15 Street's Disciple (feat. Olu Dara) - Clean Album Version
16 U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography Of Rakim) - Clean Album Version
17 Remember The Times (Intro) - Clean Album Version
18 Remember The Times - Clean Album Version
19 Getting Married - Clean Album Version
20 Me & You (Dedicated To Destiny) - Clean Album Version
21 Thief's Theme
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