Vic’s top 15 Nas Verses

Nas will go down as one of hip hop proflic emcees. He’s spent the past 20 plus years blessing the game with great music and continuing to raise the bar for lyricism in rap. Even though he dropped some duds(Nastradamous, Hip Hop Is dead) His career will forever remain legendary. These are my top 10 favorite verses from dude:

1.Verse from Live at the Barbecue 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 twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus Nasty Nas is a rebel to America Police murderer, I’m causin hysteria My troops roll up with a strange force I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source Swimmin in women like a lifeguard Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard Kidnap the President’s wife without a plan And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan I melt mics till the sound waves over Before steppin to me you’d rather step to Jehovah Slammin MC’s on cement Cause verbally, I’m iller than a AIDS patient I move swift and uplift your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme Rappin sniper, speakin real words My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg’s Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard My brain is insane, I’m out to lunch God Science is dropped, my raps are toxic My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

2. First Verse off The World is Yours

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I’m charged Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I’m throbbin, mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I’m facin time like ‘Pappy’ Mason with pens I’m embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb’s on my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin in a Sikh’s cab, or Montero Jeep I can’t call it, the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep I’m out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I’m out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I’m out for dead presidents to represent me

3.3rd Verse off Hate Me Now It’s a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one Took a little time to claim my spot Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord Ride for the cause while drivin niggas shot at my doors Plottin I’m sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaws Tried, stickin me up, but I flipped on these ducks (you tried) Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up (that’s what you get) Niggas fear what they don’t understand, hate what they can’t conquer Guess it’s just the fury of man Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin I’m as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin C’mon

4.Eye for a Eye freestyle going at JayZ Drug dealers dream – flip his last Ki out the game ‘Cause entertainment money now is off the chain I put blunts in niggas caskets, lost in the game I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game But I’m neva gon’ die, I neva heard of death Energy could neva be destroyed Only the flesh, when you niggas try to murder me with bullets to my head This is my you can’t kill me niggas I’m already dead, BRING IT!! I’m busting bodies fall in the cemetery Black blood raining on the street All you niggas, buried y’all Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens It’s pitiful – what bid could do, especially federal Y’all young thugs wilding, see prison Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan But thought I was dreaming I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons I cried with every bit of strength of my small body This is the life I chose, under God I’m tiny Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up You can’t B.I., see I’m eternal, not luck You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade You’re on top — WHAT? Copy and fuck, I said it first, you repeated Your false crown covered in dirt – defeated Y’all niggas all hail, the King is dead He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs ‘Stillmatic’, still eye 4 an eye, wanna be God You’re just the next rapper to die, fucking with Nas

5. First verse off Black Zombies Yo, you believe when they say we ain’t shit, we can’t grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teachers at school know you a young single parent out strugglin, they think you a fool Give your kids bad grades and put ’em in dumber classes Killin shorty future, I wonder how do we last it Underground in they casket? Ancestors turnin I’m learnin somethin every day, there is no Lazareth Words like God is Greek or Latin So if you study Egypt, you’ll see the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask for reperations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop bein controlled, we black zombies

6.First Verse off It Aint Hard 2 tell 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 breath 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 Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain’t hard to tell

7. First verse off New York State of mind Rappers I monkey flip ’em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I’m like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I’m extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I’m suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I’ll defeat foes Y’all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, “Back up,” the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn’t look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn’t shoot now I’m in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I’m jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn’t see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It’s like the game ain’t the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo’-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz’ll catch a back to back, snatchin yo’ cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it’s good she’ll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I’m in a New York state of mind

8.Verse from Why

[Nas] Registered voter not blood of a panther Why is the question what is the answer Got a suggestion, here’s an example Won’t we build our own airline, states, and highways Fly to Africa, do some trades with Zimbabwe Why did Malcolm’s mission die with the man Why we ain’t pick it up where he left it and carry out his plan Why the merger try to exclude L.A. Reid He brought you Usher, Outkast top-selling CD’s Why do half America got AIDS Why do schools care about your son’s braids more than they care for his grades Why they hate our white t-shirts and hats turned backwards And why is Jesus Christ never played by black actors And why there ain’t a MC that can touch me nor budge me And why is Nas the best thing in rap since Chuck D And why this record ain’t sell 5 mill yet Jada’s as real as it get Put my money where my mouth is And do something bout this

9.Verse off Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I’m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I’m grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker’s Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife It’s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some’ll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual

10.3rd Verse off I Can Be, be, ‘fore we came to this country We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys There was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu, where every race came to get books To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans Asian Arabs and gave them gold when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces Shot up they nose to impose what basically Still goes on today, you see? If the truth is told, the youth can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you’re a king Young Princess when you get your wedding ring Your man is saying “She’s my Queen”

11.Rewind The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole’s closin this chest of a nigga Now he back to square one Screamin, “Shoot don’t please” I put my fifth back on my hip It’s like a VCR rewindin a hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut Goin reverse, slowly prepared My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, “Go he there” Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I’m in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y’all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, “Outside right we” So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya ‘Cause Jungle said, “Block your on enemies the” Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I’m laid in the bed thinkin ’bout this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, “No hell” She talkin ’bout, “Me kiss” Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, “Stressed really I’m” Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice The clock went back from three, to two, to one And that’s about the time the story begun That’s when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said, “Son we found that nigga we gotta kill”

12.Last Verse of Ether Y’all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What’s sad is I love you ’cause you’re my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I’ve watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is harsh, hug me, don’t reject me or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In ’88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain’t even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna’ work it out, you tryna’ get brolic? Ask me if I’m tryna’ kick knowledge Nah, I’m tryna’ kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he’s Puffy Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that’s the guy y’all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y’all rock fellas And now y’all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly’s hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot ’cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin girls now ’cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty’s gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie’s rhymes is gon’ come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

13.Verse off Zone’d Out(killing Camron)

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female’s estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant’s body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don’t tempt me, EMS against you, me I’m just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won’t be Broke in Harlem That’s that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO’s doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin’ like cinemas Remember the, original, y’all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I’m six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I’m lyin’, who gives a fuck that’s so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin’ it up A million of us, each nigga inchin’ ta bust You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin’ bagged with .22’s now you’s a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it’s ok, ’cause you dyin’ anyway

14.Queens get the Money

Artist: Nas Album: Untitled Song: Queens Get the Money Typed by: haroonaftab@hotmail.com

[Nas] Eh yo Queens get the money Niggas still screaming Paper chasing Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations Over steak with Masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters Their daddy’s faceless Play this, by your stomach Let my words massage it and rub it I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody there to love it Tell him his name’s Nasir Tell him how he got here Mama was just having fun with someone above her years Niggas is still hating Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming He’d rather floss with diamonds They pray “please God let him spit that Uzi in the army linen That shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wop in the park reclining” Take 27 emcee’s put them in a line and they’re out of alignment my assignment since he said retirement hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic Gets rich but dies rhyming This is hot science Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more I’ve over their heads Like a bulimic on a seesaw Now that’s 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq Y’all going to bow holmes, it’s Dow Jones .80 cal chrome Needed time alone to zone The mack left his iPhone and his 9 at home My queen used the milkshake to bring y’all to my slaughter houses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This is that nigga shit that’s on the album For the niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses Bring back Arsenio Hip-hop was aborted So Nas breathes life, back into the embryo Let us make man in our image Spit it, I’m Huey P in Louis V throwing Molotov for Emmit You aint as hot as I is All of these fake prophets are not messiahs You don’t know how high the sky is The square milage of Earth, or what pi is I’m the shaky hand that touched Geogre Foreman in Zaire The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers

15. Last verse off Real Nigga alive Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on There’s some ghetto secrets I can’t rhyme in this song There’s some missing pieces I had to leave out I had lot trust for Steve Stoute At some point till I got to know him We old friends, but what’s loyal? Puff soaked Interscope offices With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me Cause previously it would have been, against whoever Friends forever However, I learn, with some niggaz it’s all business But I’m a street dude with morals To diss niggaz with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot A quiet man who used to be alone planning Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn’t stand it She hit the streets, later on she hittin the sheets With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong I taught her how to watch for cars that might follow Tauht her street shit that I know Her weakness was Shawn yo But that’s her, I ain’t mad baby, it made me stronger Now I get my paper longer Illmatic I was boss It Was Written I flossed One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores In the Firm I learned I am Nastradamus QB’s Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs I told her not till I see her health get more strong In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack Assasinate my character, degrade my hood Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood What you want, see, I already had The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last I’m the man’s man, a rapper’s rapper G-O-D S-O-N, they’ll be none after I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo..