Nas Smokin' Lyrics

Stillmatic Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Stillmatic (The Intro)
  • 2 Ether
  • 3 Got Ur Self A...
  • 4 Smokin'
  • 5 You're da Man
  • 6 Rewind
  • 7 One Mic
  • 8 2nd Childhood
  • 9 Destroy & Rebuild
  • 10 The Flyest
  • 11 Braveheart Party
  • 12 Rule
  • 13 My Country
  • 14 What Goes Around
  • 15 Every Ghetto
    CD 2
  • 1 No Idea's Original
  • 2 U Gotta Love It (Snippet)
  • 3 My Way (Snippet)
  • 4 Make It Last (Snippet)
  • 5 Doo Rags (Snippet)
  • Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
    (To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
    Pass that **** homey

    Now tell me what y'all smoking
    What kinda heat why'll holdin
    Well is your creep move potent
    I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my *****z c'mon
    We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets bulginf
    We got the plan in motion
    I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my *****z c'mon

    [Verse One]
    Zoom, from outer space he comes
    Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
    *****es flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
    Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
    What is his race nation or creed?
    Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they read
    Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
    Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
    But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
    September '73, up in these wild streets
    ****in these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
    And my mystique got 'em tearing my clothes


    [Verse Two]
    My ***** smoke with one lung
    If he cough he might die, passing me trees
    The liquor bottle's almost empty
    We about to collide, with the enemy
    Only way you die if it's meant to be
    You ****ing with a general
    No discussion is the principle we busting it's the end of you
    Now we knocking on your mama door
    Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
    Death, angels coming for you
    Spirit horse running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
    Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon' win?
    The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
    Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
    Walk by your casket, spit in your face
    Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
    And when you're gone all your *****s gon' light it with Nas


    [Verse Three]
    Pardon but I gotta question of life now
    Look at the ***** next to you right now
    Is he real, fake or scared
    Do it like this *****s right hands in the air
    Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
    Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
    I shall, stay real stay true stay holding figures
    Never put a ***** over my *****s
    I shall never, cooperate with the law
    Never snake me I always hold you down in war
    If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
    I never break the oath to the death I swear
    I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
    of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
    of a ***** still yet to be found
    So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)


    want to get high, come smoke with me
    Smoke with me, light it up

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