Nas - Untitled (2008) :: maniadb.com

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RELEASE DATE:	2008-07-02
DURATION:	54:08
# OF TRACKS:	15
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 이스트 코스트 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	225

INTRODUCTION

메인스트림 힙합 최후의 히어로! 1994년, 힙합 역사상 최고의 걸작 중 하나로 꼽히는 데뷔 앨범 ‘ILLMATIC’ 이후 EAST COAST의 대부이자 ’힙합 신의 마에스트로’로서 군림해온 ‘나스’!!수 많은 논란 속에 결국 ‘무제"UNTITLED"’라는 앨범 타이틀조차 없는 신보로 2년 만에 귀환했다. 어셔 ‘LOVE IN THIS C ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

Queens Get The Money

Nas

2:12

Ayo,
Queens get the money
Nigga is still screaming
"Paper chasing"
But presidential candidates
Is planning wars with other nations
Over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth
to intelligent gangsters
They daddies faceless
Play this
by ya stomach
Let my words massage it and rub it
I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody
there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir
Tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun
With someone
Above her years
Niggas is still hatin
Talking that “NaS done fell off with rhyming,
He rather floss with diamonds”
They pray “Please God,
let him spit that uzi and the army linin”
“That shorty doowop
Rollin oowops
In the park reclining”
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and
They out of alignment
My assignment
Since he said +retirement+
Hiding behind +8 Mile+
And +The Chronic+
+Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'+
This is high science
Now add 23 more
For Queens to be more
I’m over they heads
Like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now that’s +50+ porch monkeys ate up at the same time
+Nasty NAS+DAQ
Ya'll gonna bow holmes
This is DOW +Jones+
80 cal. chrome
Needed time alone
To zone
The +Mac+k left his +iPhone+
And his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya’ll to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that’s on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio,
Hip hop was aborted, so NaS breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image
Spit it
I’m Huey P.
And Louie V.
At the eulogy
throwing Molotov's for Emmitt
You ain’t as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don’t know how high the sky is
The square mileage
Of earth or what PI is
I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down
devils that brought down the towers

Ayo, 
Queens get the money 
Nigga is still screaming 
"Paper chasing" 
But presidential candidates 
Is planning wars with other nations 
Over steak with masons 
Pregnant teens give birth 
to intelligent gangsters 
They daddies faceless 
Play this 
by ya stomach 
Let my words massage it and rub it 
I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody 
there to love it 
Tell him his name Nasir 
Tell him how he got here 
Momma was just having fun 
With someone 
Above her years 
Niggas is still hatin 
Talking that “NaS done fell off with rhyming, 
He rather floss with diamonds” 
They pray “Please God, 
let him spit that uzi and the army linin” 
“That shorty doowop 
Rollin oowops 
In the park reclining” 
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and 
They out of alignment 
My assignment 
Since he said +retirement+ 
Hiding behind +8 Mile+ 
And +The Chronic+ 
+Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'+ 
This is high science 
Now add 23 more 
For Queens to be more 
I’m over they heads 
Like a bulimic on a see-saw 
Now that’s +50+ porch monkeys ate up at the same time 
+Nasty NAS+DAQ 
Ya'll gonna bow holmes 
This is DOW +Jones+ 
80 cal. chrome 
Needed time alone 
To zone 
The +Mac+k left his +iPhone+ 
And his nine at home 
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya’ll to my slaughterhouses 
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses 
This that nigga shit that’s on the album 
For them niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses 
Bring back Arsenio, 
Hip hop was aborted, so NaS breathes life back into the embryo 
Let us make man in our image 
Spit it 
I’m Huey P. 
And Louie V. 
At the eulogy 
throwing Molotov's for Emmitt 
You ain’t as hot as I is 
All of these false prophets is not messiahs 
You don’t know how high the sky is 
The square mileage 
Of earth or what PI is 
I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire 
The same hand that punched down 
devils that brought down the towers

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You Can't Stop Us Now Feat. Eban Thomas Of The Stylistics & The Last Poets

Nas

3:05

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on
We superfly
Made Gucci this shit, Louie too
Suits and ties
Player trophies
Pray to Goldie
Picture wax museums full of Black
Panther triple OGs
Aunt Jemima hos
Historic horse shit
Girls from long time ago
Stagecoach with the horse, kid
Witch doctors
Good old pickpockets
Sip moonshine
So-called coons, shines and darkies
I love ya'll
Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley Fields
Forgotten men who didn't get killed
Christmas addicts
The first blast and peace to the rich lady
Purse snatcher shot in the back
I know your hunger, kid
I know they hung your dad
Burnt your mama crib
I know that hurt you bad
Mystery shows
From gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home
Matter fact, we are home
Bad attitudes
Octaroon skin tones
Slave food turned to soul food
Collards and neck bones
Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
A nigger

No matter how hard you try
You can't stop us now

Can't be stopped
Yo on Dateline
The other night they showed hate crimes
Gave a Blood time
Cause he fought with his canine
Bestiality
Humane Society
Go to China, see how they dine
See what they eat
Better yet ask PETA whoever
Which animal makes suede
If not for suede would you have survived the Dark Ages?
Cannibal ways of the anti-Caucasians
Still you like your steak tartar
Pinot noir
David Starr on the chain of Sammy Davis
He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
Now we getting our papers
And try to censor the words
To stop our money coming
But you can't escape us
Haters

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Breath

Nas