Lyrics It Ain't Hard to Tell - Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002 - Nas
Put
your
hands
up
Stillmatic
to
Illmatic,
yeah
Put
your
hands
in
the
air,
c'mon,
from
Illmatic
to
Stillmatic,
yeah
Put
your
hands
in
the
air,
I
see
y'all,
from
Illmatic
to
Stillmatic,
go
Put
your
hands
in
the
air,
from
Illmatic
to
Stillmatic
(yeah,
let's
go
back)
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
It
ain't
hard
to
tell,
I
excel,
then
prevail
The
mic
is
contacted,
I
attract
clientele
My
mic
check
is
life
or
death,
breathin
a
sniper's
death
I
exhale
the
yellow
smoke
of
Buddha
through
righteous
steps
Deep
like
The
Shinin',
sparkle
like
a
diamond
Sneak
a
uzi
on
the
island
in
my
army
jacket
linin
Hit
the
Earth
like
a
comet,
invasion
Nas
is
like
the
Afrocentric
Asian,
half-man,
half-amazin'
In
my
physical,
I
can
express
through
song
Delete
stress
like
Motrin,
then
extend
strong
Drank
Moet
with
Medusa,
give
her
shotguns
in
hell
From
the
spliff
that
I
lift
and
inhale,
it
ain't
hard
to
tell

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