Stay Chisel

[Hook: Nas] Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by FILA Lou Ferrigno, Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo Stay chisel, check your paper, nigga Bring the bar to your chest, then push it up harder than the rest, stay chisel Precisely, cut sharp – the fuck? You thought this was a game, we came to charge you up So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things Swift on them toes, knockout blows, so stay chisel [Interlude: Large Professor, (Nas)] Ayo, Nas, I was telling them niggas on the ave the same shit the other day (Right) Kids gotta stay sharp (No doubt) Or stay chisel (Huh, chisel) [Verse 1: Nas] Yo, performing, chest naked, I'm looking sharp for the peoples Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I'm cock-diesel Brolic with knowledge, so flow with me Intelligence benching, 4450, light a dumbbell L Inhale to hear the lunch bell ring, sweating Working up a appetite, setting Mental calisthenics got my mind stretching, then I release it Have my whole frame bulging under diamond pieces Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it So I consume most the pain for my niggas I roll wit' 'Cause, see, the streets ain't no Gold's Gym, papi And if I feel it going down, then my niggas'll spot me Without the mind, the body weight don't even mean nothing Let's take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something Who's gonna survive? The wise man, the fool or the warrior? Well, if all of their minds are chiseled – then all of them [Hook: Nas] Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by FILA Lou Ferrigno, Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo Stay chisel, check your paper, nigga Bring the bar to your chest, then push it up harder than the rest, stay chisel Precisely, cut sharp – the fuck? You thought this was a game, we came to charge you up So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things Swift on them toes, knockout blows, so stay chisel [Verse 2: Large Professor] I stay chiseled like Snoop Dogg – fo' shizzle, my nizzle In them hardcore streets, I'm a straight official Six pack, don motivator, throwing the weight up Kid tried to front, so I showed him, straight up Had his whole click flabbergasted Way I was cutting 'em up, one kid yelled out "Grab the bastard!" Tried to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty Pulled out, served 'em all up like a custy Couldn't go out, highway with a blow out Like Frank, "I did it my way," nigga – no doubt Large billionaire and I'm still here Writing rhymes for the sphere, I do not feel fear You heard? I'm the dude on the porch with the herb And I tell you right now, kid, soft is a word That don't describe me, what y'all know that's this lively? "Barbecue" 2, Nas right here beside me (with Akinyele)