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  • 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr/Jesse Blum
    [Intro]
    Nas
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (N— N— N— N— Nas)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Get your eardrum de-virignized
    While the music is—
    Hahaha

    [Chorus]
    Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine)
    Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
    All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Ties)
    Streets was our office, we didn't need a shirt and tie (Tie)
    M-I-A-M-I, weather like the Virgin Isles (Isles)
    I ain't got no jewelry on 'causе I'm made of ice (Ice)
    Elеment surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ)

    [Verse 1]
    To Portofino, sittin' high in the cliff
    From a younger dude with a crew and we was workin' the shift
    Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced
    They never been scared to death while stayin' calm in a twist
    I creeped in a jean jacket, headband and Nikes
    I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike
    And I was lookin' at these people, thinkin' they just might
    Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers
    Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarles Barkley
    Before I even pull to the spot, they try to park me
    I'm used to dark scenes, that's why I spark green
    Why I pour wine, they don't stock these, I gotta order mine
    Malcolm X departed at the Audubon
    Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb, never mortified
    All-black Audemar, you claim yours was one of one
    We timepiece monsters, every season, we be on the hunt
    Jeepers, creepers, America's a baby that's teethin'
    Shittin' on itself, cryin' for it's next feedin'
    As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet
    Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
    Plus Ray Liotta and James Caan died
    Iconic actors who were redemption for these mob guys
    We easin' on down the road for the third win
    Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind
    Like young Quincy Jones, stuck outside the club
    'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ought to be young again
    But right now, it's like I got the power of a hundred men
    Nas'll hit like Michael and Quincy on the run again (Run again)

    [Refrain]
    Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine)
    Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
    All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Certain ties)

    [Verse 2]
    I'm activated, my hair might spark flames
    Aviator frames, bandages, laminates, a stage
    From a stretcher, I wave
    Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
    Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'll still be honorary
    Like Quincey on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on the drum kit
    Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it (Shamone)
    Bouncin' off the wall, always startin' somethin'
    Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (Big budgets)
    Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin' (Smooth talkin')
    I'm changin' colors right now 'til I'm dark-skinned ('Til I'm dark-skinned)
    Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwins
    Annie, are you okay watchin' me transformin'? (Shamone)
    Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove
    Know some money-gettin' thugs that could buy The Beatles pub
    That's what I really call coppin' white, re-in' up (Re-in' up)

    [Outro]
    Haha
  • 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr/Jesse Blum
    [Intro]
    Nas
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (N— N— N— N— Nas)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Get your eardrum de-virignized
    While the music is—
    Hahaha

    [Chorus]
    Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine)
    Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
    All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Ties)
    Streets was our office, we didn't need a shirt and tie (Tie)
    M-I-A-M-I, weather like the Virgin Isles (Isles)
    I ain't got no jewelry on 'causе I'm made of ice (Ice)
    Elеment surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ)

    [Verse 1]
    To Portofino, sittin' high in the cliff
    From a younger dude with a crew and we was workin' the shift
    Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced
    They never been scared to death while stayin' calm in a twist
    I creeped in a jean jacket, headband and Nikes
    I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike
    And I was lookin' at these people, thinkin' they just might
    Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers
    Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarles Barkley
    Before I even pull to the spot, they try to park me
    I'm used to dark scenes, that's why I spark green
    Why I pour wine, they don't stock these, I gotta order mine
    Malcolm X departed at the Audubon
    Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb, never mortified
    All-black Audemar, you claim yours was one of one
    We timepiece monsters, every season, we be on the hunt
    Jeepers, creepers, America's a baby that's teethin'
    Shittin' on itself, cryin' for it's next feedin'
    As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet
    Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
    Plus Ray Liotta and James Caan died
    Iconic actors who were redemption for these mob guys
    We easin' on down the road for the third win
    Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind
    Like young Quincy Jones, stuck outside the club
    'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ought to be young again
    But right now, it's like I got the power of a hundred men
    Nas'll hit like Michael and Quincy on the run again (Run again)

    [Refrain]
    Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine)
    Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
    All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Certain ties)

    [Verse 2]
    I'm activated, my hair might spark flames
    Aviator frames, bandages, laminates, a stage
    From a stretcher, I wave
    Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
    Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'll still be honorary
    Like Quincey on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on the drum kit
    Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it (Shamone)
    Bouncin' off the wall, always startin' somethin'
    Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (Big budgets)
    Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin' (Smooth talkin')
    I'm changin' colors right now 'til I'm dark-skinned ('Til I'm dark-skinned)
    Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwins
    Annie, are you okay watchin' me transformin'? (Shamone)
    Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove
    Know some money-gettin' thugs that could buy The Beatles pub
    That's what I really call coppin' white, re-in' up (Re-in' up)

    [Outro]
    Haha