Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion/Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin/-Nas

I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane//Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain//-Nas

It's only right that I was born to use mics//
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice//I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow//My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule// -Nas

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die -Biggie

reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
(BANG) -biggie


When I die fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense goin' to heaven wit the goodie goodies
Dressed in white I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse - biggie

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty-pac

ahah^^


Way to many