Nas - Where Are They Now (80's Remix) Lyrics
[Sample of the late James Brown's "Get Up, Get Into it, Get involved"][Bobby Byrd:] ("GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!")[Intro: Nas]Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop still dead1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right hereI asked where they are, here they are[Verse 1: MC Shan (Nas)]Hip Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!!!)Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the coreNow it's all good best friends became gladiatorsMatter fact you blow more steam than hot gladiatorsSome niggas is ghost written but I ain't hatin (80's!!!)Cause I still spit fire like the Son of SatanShan mother*****er and I'm Queensbridge bredCheck Myspace (Queens!!!) Forever will they bare my face[Verse 2: Raheem from The Furious Five (Nas)]Who said lightnin can't strike in the same place twiceTrailblaze the game, made for life stayed niceYeah you made the Top 50, don't mention my name (Here they are!!!)I had you open before crack, cocaine grow-inBefore The Fever, before +Missy's+ first +Misdemeanor+Before Run's, first pair of Adidas, got heatersAnd I pop pop, pop, pop, heatersStop dealers, on my block was the first hot wheeler[Verse 3: Doctor Ice from UTFO (Nas)]You never knew (1980's y'all!!!) Somethin so butter could come from the gutterI'm, Doctor Ice the diamond the cutterLike, Jacob The Jeweler and Rick is The Ruler (UTFO!!!)Boogie Down Kris is The Teacher but Doc run the schoolinY'all got y'all, sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefasWe got our, eight tracks and sneakers, our hookers and reefersMy work is, never in vain, born to insertSo even when I'm buried, I'm still the diamond in the dirt, let's work[Verse 4: Kangol from UTFO (Nas) {Ladies Screaming Kangol's name}]{Go Kangol!!} Yeah what's up fam?My chick for twenty years tried to cut your manShe tried to take the house, the kids, the pots and pansI'm on to project Plan B, nigga ***** Roxanne!!! (Get focused y'all!!!)Tried to take the pot I piss in, now the chick outta my systemThe whooped niggas need to listen listen listen listen***** aim fire don't you miss 'em miss 'em miss 'emAnd every chance you get you diss 'em diss 'em diss 'em diss 'em[Chorus: Nas]HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!){Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette player, tape in the radio y'all!!!}(Where are they now?){Your man Nas, I asked y'all where they at? The pioneers I got love for them man that's why I'm doin this}{I got love for them man, so here they are two thousand and seven, yeah}(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)[Verse 5: Kool Moe Dee (Nas)]Where am I? On high with a penBlessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all)You call him God's Son, I call him God sentFirst the God sent me, then the God RakimHow can Nas not win when the God sent himTo resurrect true rhyme God kingdomYou should say amen when you see meWhen you pray I'm him then you believe me[Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky Four +1 (Nas)]Yeah! Sha ready to rise, ready to blaze somethinMother of the mic so I'm here to claim somethinI got the munchies for the vultures that crushed the cultureYo Nas brought us back on this track so bring it back (They don't stop y'all!)From dusk to dawn equip the mic on my palmI bring the love so you can get it onGot the books on lock, mother of hip hopFor realla, come under from some of you niggas[Verse 7: Tito from Fearless Four (Nas)]You cats is foul frontin like you hard as a rockWhen these brothers were the buildin blocks, that made you turn up the boxDoug E. Fresh and The Get Fresh Crew, To Markie D and Cool Rock (Know your history y'all!!!)Rest in peace to the Human Beat Box (Know your history!)Like when I first heard Jay, Darryl and Joe, saw a UTFOI knew right then and there I wanna blowThere need to be a museum where everybody could see 'emSaid everybody take some pedium, and get respect[Verse 8: Grandmaster Caz from The Cold Crush Brothers]You got another thing comin if you think me and my man ain't sellinGot more gold than Mr. Drum and we sellinThrough Welcome To The Terrordome, niggas are ever wrongThat's why you get no ends, but just in caseyou got a death wish, for flare for the dramaticsThere's some static in the attic {?} hid it looking at itI'm a 'matic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at itI was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision, Caz!!![Chorus: Nas]HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!){Grandmaster Caz, y'all know what this is do y'all know what this means!!!}{The fact, that each brother got on this track, the fact, that each sister got on this track}(Where are they now?){To rap, took time out of there schedule, when y'all ain't even got no love}{But they still givin y'all love, that's hip hop y'all}(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?){Give it up to the OG's the original gangstas of Rap, yeah}[Verse 9: Linque AKA Isis from X-Clan]Nas you had to ask Linque, where you been?Rippin on the mics with the devilish grinSort of like a tack cause I stay under they skinCause when I open up my mouth I blow them chicks to the windDon't get besides yourself like you Siamese twins [Professor X:] ("This is protected!")Still got the pen to make the ?message of sin? ("By the red, the black")You bring it back I do it over again ("and the green")Exposin those who pretend, stay on my grind 'til the end[Verse 10: Dana Dane (Nas)]First there was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!)Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-dayMoms moved and born {?}, dad hit the freewayMy young life was screenplay, better yet a cliché (I can't believe it!)To rap in the eight-tay, no lenses in the east-say?They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggaeWe played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's dayCapital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it[Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee (Nas)]C'mon! Well I'm the ?wa-say-why? with the with the same crewFirst name Pebblee, last name Poo (Oh!)Gina Parks? says a {?} I'm a leader, theiver, greeterLast mark the game like Run and them Adidas (Do the history ya'll!!!)I'm a real estate investor but, I still blessed herMicrophone teacher outta Alpha Four ?"Beavers?Hold on I get deeper, dope b-boy speakerPractice what I preach-a, DAMN I'm a keepr, huh[Verse 12: Just Ice (Nas)]Just the mic and make 'em stand up (RAW!)Lyrics are legendary status so get ya hands upClap to the freestyle (Just Ice!) dance, but in the meanwhileCool calm collected, smooth that's how I get downThen at the stage, hold 'em up like a twelve gaugePage after page, all you see is a pure rage!So pass the gat, grab ?taps? for the beatJust Ice signing off (Whaaat?!) Yo I'm out y'all, PEACE!!!!![Outro: Nas]Yo that's incredible man play that again!!!
