Nas - True Dialect Lyrics
1 A.M., I'm at my bestTwistin' trees at my restMelt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S.With my grimeys, - blowin' up throughout the 90'sStayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime pieceTakin' Gortex steps, 'cause - gets hot,Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you dropTwistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fake the plotWhile - walk around with' all they got in one knotFor real, I build a mini-Israel, others the fish scaleLike the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit stillImagine being gassed up, your time passed upThinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper'sServed, without Grace son about faceI hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap raceStraight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech'sChapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'.