Book Of Rhymes(Explicit Ver

[ti:Book Of Rhymes(Explicit Ver] [ar:Nas] [al:God's Son] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Book Of Rhymes(Explicit Version) - Nas Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track You know what I'm sayin' Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books To the studio today man I found these shits Up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me Picture myself a old man a O G Some niggas will conversate with liers all day time pass Nah lemme start somethin' else Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal 'Cause I would overcome any task called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of scary niggas Who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said "There's a few left since music's expressions of life" Damn I wish I took more time to write in my Book of Rhymes Oh shit Tina been lookin' for this bitch number damn No this rhyme is weak this is weak I remember this bullshit right here My Book of Rhymes Gandhi was a what the fuck Gandhi was a fool nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest I wonder when I wrote this nah it's weak The money's ya religion sky's the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be pioneer's vets Amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares Nah that was weak there My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci God poverty's real I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap This can't be my Book of Rhymes This can't be my Book of Rhymes writin' this bullshit My Book of Rhymes Nah neva that fuck that aww why you laughin' Alchemist Huh you a funny nigga nah yeah My Book of Rhymes I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit What the fuck is this Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded 'Cause now we need it we older almost able to I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' this shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way "Such a innocent child" is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant kinda crazy