Loco-Motive (feat. The Large Professor)

Ooh, 42nd Street terminal

Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it

My religion is reefer

Big moneyin' to most

Uninhibited freak to sleep with

My visions are realistic

Nothing's figurative

I can wish it into existence

God want this **** to live

Blunt big as a dread

I get high and forget who bled

Who we stomp kicked in the head

And who we left for dead

Who are you ****?

Why argue, ****?

The truth is the truth

I really put my scars on ****

They wear them lifetime

They tell they hoes, Nas did this

Pointing to their scars like

Right here, baby, really, Nas did this

Like a badge of honor

Not bragging, I'm just honest

War stories we tell 'em

Nothing's realer than karma

Sip prohibition liquor

Prohibition whiskey

Rap Jack Dempsey

Matte black Bentley, pimply

Shattering your silence

Pass around the chalice

Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensary

Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with

Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst

I'll fuck your wife 'cause she a groupie, scandalous

This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

Yo, what we talkin' 'bout ****?

What we talkin' 'bout ****?

This is Nas, Nas

Nasty, recollect, motherfucker

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housing

Integrity intact, repping hard

They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top

Saying, Nas must have naked pictures of God or something

To keep winning is my way like Francis

As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances

A soldier coming home, twenty years old, with no legs

Saying, there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head

So much to write and say, yo, I don't know where to start

So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart

I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece

But my life been good since I started finding peace

I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed

I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess

I started out broke, got rich, lost paper, then made it back

Like Trump being up down, up, play with cash

My ****'s like a locomotive

Nas, we push it, mush 'em

Queensbridge to Bushwick

Harlem, Bronx, all that

You ain't even supposed to be out here

You know where you at?

At night, New York, eat a slice too hot

Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth

Shit was felissimo, melting pot, city sweltering hot

Staggering drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot

I was a crook by the train with that iron thing concealed, reaching

Soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching

When it came to a halt, whoever walked off got caught

Token man safe behind a locked door for sure

Minor thief shit, minor league shit, bee sting

Looking for the jukes young, but now we older chiefing

In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick

Bugging on how his imagination was so sick

It's ghetto beef, sinister **** snicker through yellow teeth

Alcohol aging my **** faster than felonies

How dare I?

Must be something in the air that corrupts me

Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease

I'm here y'all

This for my trapped in the 90's ****

For my trapped in the 90's ****

Ha, for y'all ****