作词 : Camon, Maman, Nas Artist: Nasir Jones Album: God's Son Song: Book of Rhymes
Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of ***** 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 foundthese ****s up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these ****s or what's in these ****s man probably a bunch of ******** man **** it check it
How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some ****** 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 tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor **** swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary ****** 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 **** Tina - I been lookin' for this ***** number damn. No this rhyme is weak.. This is week I remember this ******** right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..?
Gandhi was a fool, ***** 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 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 **********s passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed ****** 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 Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and ******s... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way 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 *****
[00:00.000] 作词 : Camon, Maman, Nas [00:01.87]Artist: Nasir Jones [00:02.17]Album: God's Son [00:02.38]Song: Book of Rhymes [00:02.55] [00:02.87]Alchemist you know me man [00:03.61]I'm the type of ***** that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio [00:05.77]soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? [00:09.47]Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today [00:12.92]Man I foundthese ****s up in the crib man in boxes man [00:15.97]I don't even remember when I was writing these ****s [00:18.36]or what's in these ****s man probably a bunch of ******** man [00:21.48]**** it check it [00:22.66] [00:22.87]How can I trust you when I can't trust me? [00:25.63]Picture myself a old man a O.G. [00:28.07]Some ****** will conversate with liers all day [00:30.72]Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) [00:34.46]Soul on ice death threats given by clowns [00:37.21]I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns [00:40.02]I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first [00:42.55]I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to [00:45.76]So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain [00:48.72]Some do minor **** swear they on the top of they game [00:51.47]Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" [00:53.70]It kinda supports theories of scary ****** who should lie in the morgue [00:57.06]Rarely y'all come in contact with the real [00:59.35]Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel [01:02.26]Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life [01:05.80]Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes [01:08.41] [01:10.00]Oh **** Tina - I been lookin' for this ***** number damn. [01:15.78]No this rhyme is weak.. [01:17.59]This is week I remember this ******** right here [01:19.03](My Book of Rhymes) [01:19.87]Gandhi was a... what the fu..? [01:23.22] [01:23.65]Gandhi was a fool, ***** fight to the death [01:26.05]The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest [01:28.76](I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) [01:31.23]The money's ya religion sky the limit live life [01:33.84]Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife [01:36.56]The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream [01:40.02]Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king [01:42.97]Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck [01:45.86]Addicts and fiends **********s passin' for teens is my society [01:49.62]Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety [01:52.45]Grow up watchin' well dressed ****** with charms [01:55.05]Beautiful ladies on their arms [01:56.85]Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas [02:00.08]Rubbin my lips with Campophenique [02:02.09]Still behind the ears wet turned out to be [02:05.15]Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and ******s... [02:09.11](Nah that was weak there) [02:11.48]My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale [02:14.63]Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell [02:17.13]It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real [02:20.08]I can't fight you cause you would sue me *****
