Hip Hop Is Dead [In the Style of "Nas"]

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(Intro: Super Cat) Super Cat New York girls dem are bad over we (4x) Nas the Don (8x) In a new york city (4x) (Verse 1) Yea....yea Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a homo (homicide) Grossing our net Simultaneous making me climb higher heinous crimes behind me Search but can't find me Fuck sadness Had this been you havin this lavish Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards You would have sex on condominium roof decks So anyone move next I'll hit you with two techs Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty My n*ggas is ignorant put lead in yo pigment Just for all the days y'all was mad I was getting it In 97 the six 98 the Bentley Now it's the Ghost Phantom And ya'll can't stand em but...... (Hook) Nas the Don (8x) In a new york city (4x) (Verse 2) Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black Wit the square top pocket that snaps Where the gas at? Pass that, not you You hold crack where your ass at I never did that, my sock where my stash was at Yo I use to listen to that red alert and rap attack I fell in love with the poetry I mastered that Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now im the one that's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans 20 years in this game lookin 17 I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine I just blow green pick which a bitch can bless the king Although he's on to another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to Blaaaah... (Hook) (Verse 3) Yeah yeah.. New York is like an Island a big Rikers Island The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens It's all about surviving same old two step Tryna stay alive when They be out robbin, I been out rhyming Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad Say the ink from a scholar Worth more than the blood of a martyr So I'mma Keep it on til I see billion dollar Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to Eyes red shot like I'm never sober Big time smoker Indonesian doja Minis you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers Don shit Under fire I remain on some calm shit This for every ghetto and the hood Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta Understood... (Hook)