AN ARTISTIC GENIUS HAS BEEN FOUND!!!!
[Intro] Turn your radios up You are now allowed to listen to the radio The real niggas are back on the radio
[Verse 1: Nas] Uh, no slackin', no beggin', no askin', no fastin' No disrespect to Islam nor Imam or Pastor No answers to questions the media's askin' Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists? They love it; puttin old niggas vs. the youngest Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas There's verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga Wigga, cracker, friend - we all black within, okay? We all African, okay Some Africans don't like us no way! A killng happened in Johannesburg, yesterday Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked But I don't buy that, I buy Aston Martins Faster cars than, NASCAR cars and, sparkin while ridin Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I'm rich With this N-word jargon I'm just starting, bitch!
[Hook: imitating the "Dr. Pepper" commercial jingle] I'm a nigger, he's a nigger, she's a nigger, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigger, too? To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers That's right, y'all my niggas, too I'm a nigger, he's a nigger, she's a nigger, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigger, too They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers Still you wanna be a nigger, too? True
[Verse 2: Nas] Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet Uzi on the nightstand, I'm the man you go to war with Not the man you go to war against, patience, I'll get you If that means I can't sleep a whole year, I'mma get you I'm official not "A-Tisket" or "A-Tasket" I'll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed Don't forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up I flow tighter as Tootie's braces, who be hatin us? I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers I'm the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters Clique still movin' like Freemasons So if I'm on the flow for the law, there's lodges all across the nation Nas is bred for the plan, to hold the Grand Dragon's head in my hand, come and get me, here I am