| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da da (yeah!) | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da da (yeah!) | |
| It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail | |
| The mic is contacted, I attract clientele | |
| My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath | |
| I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps | |
| Deep like The *****nin', sparkle like a diamond | |
| Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin | |
| Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion | |
| Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin | |
| Cause in my physical, I can express through song | |
| Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong | |
| I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell | |
| From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell | |
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| 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 *****yze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L | |
| School a fool well, you 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 *****ek | |
| Jam like a tech with correct techniques | |
| So *****yze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me | |
| Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me | |
| I leave em froze like her-on in your nose | |
| Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell | |
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| This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen | |
| I'll leave your brain stimulated, *****z is frozen | |
| Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin | |
| End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again | |
| Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop | |
| I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles | |
| Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle | |
| And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova | |
| You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra | |
| Packin like a rasta in the ***** spot | |
| Vocals'll 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 | |
| [Chorus] |