it ain't hard to tell
Singer:nas
my mic check is life or death
breathin a sniper's breath
i exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
hit the earth like a comet
nas is like the afrocentric asian
i can express through song
delete stress like motrin
give her shotguns in hell
from the spliff that i lift and inhale
the buddha monk's in your trunk
i kick a skill like shaquille holds a pill
vocabulary spills i'm +ill+
i freak beats slam it like iron shiek
jam like a tech with correct techniques
scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me
i leave em froze like her-on in your nose
this rhythmatic explosion
is what your frame of mind has chosen
i'll leave your brain stimulated
speak with criminal slang
it's deep well let me try again
wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
givin mics men-e-straul cycles
i rock beats that's mega trifle
and groovy but smoother than moves by villanova
i'm like sly stone in cobra
packin like a rasta in the weed spot
though they need not to sneak
nas's raps should be locked in a cell