Nas - Book Of Rhymes Lyrics
Alchemist you know me manIm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studioSoon as I hear the track; you know what Im sayin?Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio todayMan I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes manI dont even remember when I was writing these shitsOr whats in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man***** it check itHow can I trust you when I cant trust me?Picture myself a old man a o.g.Some niggas will conversate with liers all dayTime pass...(nah lemme start somethin else)Soul on ice death threats given by clownsI guess livin is prison when you live around clownsIm hexed cursed worse I been blessed firstI thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called toSo there it is ima prince ima get slainSome do minor shit swear they on the top of they gameYa rhymin is called vagina monologueIt kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgueRarely yall come in contact with the realSince pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feelYo said theres a few left since musics expressions of lifeDamn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymesOh shit tina - I been lookin for this ***** number damn.No this rhyme is weak..This is week I remember this bullshit right here(my book of rhymes)Gandhi was a... what the fu..?Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the deathThe us army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest(I wonder when I wrote this. nah its weak)The moneys ya religion sky the limit live lifeNumbers is big business makes the poor live trifeThe glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dreamThrough your existence become wealthy knowledge is kingPimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luckAddicts and fiends prostitutes passin for teens is my societyCops that shoot blacks is routine for noterietyGrow up watchin well dressed niggas with charmsBeautiful ladies on their armsDangerous new cars was my fantasy for nasRubbin my lips with campopheniqueStill behind the ears wet turned out to bePioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares...(nah that was weak there)My people be projects or jail never harvard or yalePardon me type in my 2way while Im chargin my cellIts hard to be iced up with gucci God povertys realI cant fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupiesI see imitators tryin to make albums spittin my styleAnd they dont even realize that I notice they stealing nas shitI pump some rick james with that teena marieMy nina lean on me like swoop its crap this cant beMy book of rhymesThis cant be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit!(my book of rhymes)Nah neva that ***** that, aw why you laughin alchemist?Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah(my book of rhymes)Im tellin you ima come up with some new shit now***** that ima write again now ***** thatI musta been high on some shit mmm what the ***** is this?Look how we treat pregnancy women in the hoodOur values so low our values are no goodThings our mothers told us we shoulda heededCause now we need itWe older almost able t...Im jealous of you how come you so beautiful?Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while Im stressin and shitAiyo I envy you cause all you do is smile and things come your waySuch a innocent child is what some sayI get upset cause I just want to be treated the way you areLike a star not a worry in this world thus farBut wait a minute we both need ya mothers attentionI must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant(kinda crazy)
