Pjesme

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Black-it's time, word

(Word, it's time, man)

It's time, man (Aight, man,

begin)

Yeah-straight out the ******'

dungeons of rap

Where fake ****** don't make

it back

I don't know how to start this

****, yo-now;

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking

Musician, inflicting composition

Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine

Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now

Bullet holes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes

Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay

I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway

Or either on the corner betting Grants with the celo champs

Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken amps

G-Packs get off quick, forever n****s talk s***

Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped

N****s be running through the block shooting

Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston

Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and

I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin

Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit

Lead was hitting n****s one ran, I made him back flip

Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look

Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my s*** is stuck

Try to c*** it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger

Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber

So now I'm jetting to the building lobby

And it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be

(So what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the same

Got younger n****s pulling the triggers bringing fame to they name

And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us

Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact

Same n****s'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black

There was a snitch on the block getting n****s knocked

So hold your stash until the coke price drop

I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock

And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo

You gotta slide on a vacation

Inside information keeps large n****s erasing and they wives basin

It drops deep as it does in my breath

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs

Making sure the cash came correct then I stepped

Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks

To sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops

But just a n****, walking with his finger on the trigger

Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger

I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing

Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have n****s undressing

Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and shelter

Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta

In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays

Young b****es is grazed each block is like a maze

Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed

From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black

I'm living where the nights is jet black

The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back

And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn

Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes

I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane

Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain

And be prosperous, though we live dangerous

Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages

It's only right that I was born to use mics

And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice

I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow

My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your s*** eats tapes

The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps

That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks

I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and b****es with beepers

In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya

Inhale deep like the words of my breath

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times

Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

Nasty Nas

Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment

Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

Yo, His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now

The clock's run out, time's up, over bloah

Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity

Oh, there goes rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that

No, he won't have it , he knows his whole back city ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that, but he's broke

He's so stacked that he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again yo

This whole rap s**t

Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus:]

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

His soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order

A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortom

It only grows harder, only grows hotter

He blows us all over these hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows

He's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water

These ho's don't want him no mo, he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose dove and sold nada

So the soap opera is told and unfolds

I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on

Da da dum da dum da da

[Chorus:]

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go-o

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo, you better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this m*********n roof off like 2 dogs caged

I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher

Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper

All the pain inside amplified by the fact

That I can't get by with my 9 to 5

And I can't provide the right type of life for my family

Cause man, these g****m food stamps don't buy diapers

And it's no movie, there's no Makai Pheiffer, this is my life

And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder

Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus

Teeter-totter caught up between bein a father and a pre-madonna

Baby mama drama's screamin on and

Too much for me to wanna

Stay in one spot, another day of monotony

Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail

I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot

Success is my only m*********n option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go

I cannot grow old in Salem's lot

So here I go is my shot.

Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus:]

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

You can do anything you set your mind to, man 

("Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")

I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning!  I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")

Kanyeeze you did it again, you a genius nigga!

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning)

So you need to change your attitude

Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer Lucifer)

Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him

But he also got a righteous cause for sinning

Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder, them

First emergency, doctors performing procedures

Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but

"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord

You said it better than all

Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on

Respirators for killing my best, poor haters

On permanent, hiatus as I skate

In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan

Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo

In Los Angele's, like an evangelist

I can introduce you to your maker

Bring you closer to nature

Ashes after they cremate you bastards

Hope you been reading your Psalms and chapters

Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning!  I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")

I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning!  I'm gonna, chase you out of , earth")

("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")

So you niggas change your attitude

Before they asking what happened to you (Lucifer, Lucifer)

Yes, this is holy war

I wet y'all all with the holy water

Spray from Heckler-Koch order

Matic auto-static, child cease to exist

Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!

Spread love, to all of my dead thugs

I pour out a little Louis, to a head above

Yes sir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth

Till that time, it's on and popping, church

Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either

Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost

Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral

For stunting like Evel Knievel

I let you see where that bright light lead you

The more you talk, the more you irking us

The more you goin' need memorial services

"The Black Album" second verse, is like

Devil's pie, save some dessert for us

Man, I gotta get my soul right,

I gotta get these devils out my life,

These cowards gonna make a nigga right,

They won't be happy 'til somebody die,

Oh man, I gotta get my soul right,

'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life,

Every time it seems it's alright

Somebody want they soul to rise

I chase you off of this earth

I got dreams, of holdin' a nine milla, to Bob's killer

Askin him why as my eyes fill up

These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow

Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel you

So, curse the day that birthed the bastard

Who caused your church mass, reverts to crash

The first to blast then reverse the curse

The first to date and there you are, Bobalob

Lord forgive him, we all have sinned

But Bob's a good dude, please let him in

And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge

Please blame it on the son of the mornin', thanks again