Lyrics The Genesis - Nas

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to...

And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man, there ain't nothin' out here for you

Oh yes, there is... This

Yo, Nas, yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio son

Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill

Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayeo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what I'm sayin'
Cause we spendin' the Jacksons
You know how we get down baby

True, true

Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the projects
For a nigga yo, word to mother
All them crab-ass rappers
Be comin' up to me, man word to mother man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real man

True indeed, knamsayin', but when it's real you doin' this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin'

No question

Been doin this since back then

No doubt

I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gone keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kid

No doubt, we gon keep it real, true, true

Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man
Takin' niggas a long time, man

Who got the Phillies, take this Hennessy

Aiyyo Dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man
Stop pointin' that at me Dunn, take the clip out

Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man

I'm sayin' take the clip man, c'mon, take it out

Light them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then

Pass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you know

Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fuckin' with you nigga

I'm saying though man

What is it, what is it baby

What is it Son, what is it

You know what time it is

I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying
Niggas don't listen man, representin' it's Illmatic