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kmichael - nas’s “n.y. state of mind” كلمات الأغنية

[produced by dj premier]

[intro]
ayo, black, it’s time, word (word, it’s time, man)
it’s time, man (aight, man, begin)
straight out the f-cking dungeons of rap
where fake n-ggas don’t make it back
i don’t know how to start this sh-t, yo

[verse 1]
rappers, i monkey flip ’em with the funky rhythm i be kickin’
musician, inflictin’ composition of pain
i’m like scarface sniffin’ cocaine
holding an m16, 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 cee-lo champs
laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
g-packs get off quick, forever n-ggas talk sh-t
reminiscing about the last time the task force flipped
n-ggas be running through the block shootin’
time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for houston
once they caught us off-guard, the mac-10 was in the gr-ss and
i ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an -ss-ssin
pick the mac up, told brothers, “back up,” the mac spit
lead was hittin’ n-ggas, one ran – i made him backflip
heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn’t look
gave another squeeze, heard it cl1ck, “yo, my sh-t is stuck”
try to c-ck 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 full of children probably couldn’t see as high as i be
(so what you sayin’?) it’s like the game ain’t the same
got younger n-ggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
in broad daylight, stickup kids – they run up on us
45’s and gauges, macs, in fact
same n-ggas will catch a back-to-back, sn-tching your cracks in black
there was a snitch on the block getting n-ggas knocked
so hold your stash ’til the c0ke price drop
i know this crackhead who said she’s got to smoke nice rock
and if it’s good, she’ll bring you customers in measuring pots
but yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
keeps large n-ggas erasin’ and their 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

[hook]
new york state of mind

[verse 2]
be having dreams that i’m a gangsta, 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-gga 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 testin’
give me a smith & wesson, i have n-ggas undressin’
thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
whenever frustrated, i’m a hijack delta
in the pj’s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
young b-tches 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, holmes
i got so many rhymes, i don’t think i’m too sane
life is parallel to h-ll 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 dyk-s
i’m taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
my rhymin’ is a vitamin held without a capsule
the smooth criminal on beat breaks
never put me in your box if your sh-t eats tapes
the city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
that’s where i learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
i’m an addict for sneakers, 20’s of buddha and b-tches 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

[hook]

- kmichael

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