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Chorus. In America you'll never be free. Middle fingers up, * the police. Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?. . Braveheart, still qb's Finest. Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate. No
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how you try you never can. Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand. Where I been, where I been You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?. Not me, call me Lucky Nas
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Nas. It's sly Fox, cyclops. We locked in an idiot box. The video slots broadcasting Waco Dividian plots. They own YouTube, Myspace. When this ignorant * going to stop?. They monopolize and
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my imagination, to change the situation. . Verse 1 Nas. Yea, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'. Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange. Keep pourin' that liquor, but
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Title Back When. Artist Nas. The ill reminisce and think about the fly days. Nothing like them 80s summer N. Y. days. Hop on the NB5 days. Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways. How it all started
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world. (The world, the world, the world. ). . Nas. They forgot us on the block, got us in the box. Solitary confinement, how violent are these cops?. They need a early retirement. How many rallies
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and on and. Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it?. (It's like. ) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?. Yo, go ahead and rip that ***, dun!. Verse 1. I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly
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network said "Nas go and get ya kid". She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic. Of herself under dressed, no inappropriate *, right. Her mother cried when she answered. Said she don't know
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record, respect it. Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps. My people in the streets, I make it feel like its the beach. My goons close by, Im daring one of yall to reach. Im protected
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Intro (Nas talking). Yo, it's like waking up from a bad dream (Americaaa). Just to figure out you wasn't dreaming in the first place (Nooo. ). . Verse. If all I saw was gangsters. Coming up as
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P. S. 111 at free lunch, embarrassed but managed to get a plate. We was kids hungry, Mom's working I was famished, she getting home late. So I decided now I'm in charge. Either stay full or starve
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Intro. Nas talking. I want to dedicate this song right here. To Jonathan Jackson and George Jackson. Peace to those brothers. . I want to shout out my man Sherm the Worm. Eighty years. Come
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?. Where where them dimes at?. Nas. I slow dance with the Devil. Snow setting in the bezzle. Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville. Polo black scented, eyes squinted. Air Force One's, with my own
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Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby. Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah. . Nas. Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me. I think of kings who died and rappers out to
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are less important. . Verse 2. This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig. This social network said "Nas go and get ya kid". She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic. Of herself
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