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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
W.P. Mitchell
W.P. Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Large Professor for Paul Sea Productions, Inc.
The Large Professor for Paul Sea Productions, Inc.
Producer
Stan Wallace
Stan Wallace
Recording Engineer
Diego Garrido
Diego Garrido
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining
Hit the Earth like a comet invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half amazing
'Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drink Moet with medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
[Verse 2]
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you'll feel it like Braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills, I'm ill plus Matic
I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik
Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me but can't magmatize me
Scanning while you're planning ways to sabotage me
I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose
Nas will rock well, it ain't hard to tell
[Verse 3]
This rhythmatic explosion
Is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, **** is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit, troop
I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-strual cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot
Vocals will squeeze Glocks
MC's eavesdrop though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell
Written by: Nasir Jones, Paul Mitchell
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