[00:-07.52]Nas - Film
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[00:01.74]I want y'all to see this like film.
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[00:05.30]C-Sick on production,
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[00:07.62]Nas on the vocal.. let's go
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[00:09.53]Life's a fog at night red brake lights
[00:11.99]The freeway beside a restaurant
[00:13.45]Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
[00:15.16]3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men
[00:18.47]I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp
[00:20.40]Just walked in, his suit was shark skin,
[00:22.15]He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in
[00:24.51]What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness
[00:27.01]Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous
[00:29.54]Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went
[00:32.09]To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends
[00:35.02]Some show love and some are envious
[00:37.21]Some got the heart of gold, some venomous
[00:39.49]At times I wanna go back to being penniless
[00:41.99]Ignorance is bliss, i love being innocent
[00:44.47]Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again
[00:46.94]And all is real so all's worth mentioning.
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[00:49.41]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
[00:53.99]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
[00:58.84]Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film
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[01:08.58]Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs
[01:11.10]Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose
[01:13.28]Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals
[01:15.93]Car doors rise with no touch of the handles
[01:18.27]Capiche? Capri style, it's on beaches and islands
[01:20.95]Far from police sirens at least for a weekend
[01:23.30]Then it's back to the streets creepin
[01:25.09]I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
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[01:29.41]Add a splash to the Seagrams
[01:30.96]Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening
[01:33.47]As i circle the table like Babe Ruth
[01:35.90]Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude
[01:38.21]Bat to the brain with brute force
[01:39.95]Splatter my cream velour suit
[01:41.63]They hit me with lawsuit
[01:42.84]I slip in your whore coupe
[01:44.18]Your b*tch hate you, word to Jesus
[01:45.57]Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew
[01:48.00]OGs hate to make way for the new
[01:50.19]Young niggas want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew
[01:52.82]It's safe to say I was once young and innocent
[01:55.38]But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning
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[01:57.89]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
[02:02.63]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
[02:07.43]Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film
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[02:16.57]I speak to the street life
[02:18.31]The executive chief types
[02:19.89]The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right
[02:22.61]The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras
[02:25.30]Cuz I barely survived crazy eras
[02:27.30]Honest, always make good on my promise
[02:29.49]I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it
[02:31.85]I was born to this life I didn't invent it
[02:34.18]But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets
[02:36.40]You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs
[02:39.42]Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats
[02:41.83]Either you like beef or you like to spectate
[02:44.04]Give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say
[02:46.52]We touch em and we come out tussling
[02:48.52]The ghetto is my garden of eden
[02:50.47]So I keep bobbing and weaving
[02:52.37]It's intense so I'm hardly breathing
[02:54.33]KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends
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[03:15.88][02:56.83]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
[03:20.91][03:01.32]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
[03:25.80][03:06.18]Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film
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