The Genesis

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin, my architect pleases When I was 12, I went to... And you're sitting at home doing this shit I should be earning a medal for this Stop fuckin' around and be a man, there ain't nothin' out here for you Oh yes, there is... This Yo, Nas, yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio son Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man Let's count this money, nigga Ayeo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there You know what I'm sayin' Cause we spendin' the Jacksons You know how we get down baby True, true Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the projects For a nigga yo, word to mother All them crab-ass rappers Be comin' up to me, man word to mother man I think we need to let them niggas know it's real man True indeed, knamsayin', but when it's real you doin' this Even without a record contract, knamsayin' No question Been doin this since back then No doubt I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gone keep it real We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kid No doubt, we gon keep it real, true, true Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man Takin' niggas a long time, man Who got the Phillies, take this Hennessy Aiyyo Dunn C'mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man Stop pointin' that at me Dunn, take the clip out Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man I'm sayin' take the clip man, c'mon, take it out Light them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies man Light some Phillies up then Pass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you know Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser I ain't fuckin' with you nigga I'm saying though man What is it, what is it baby What is it Son, what is it You know what time it is I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying Niggas don't listen man, representin' it's Illmatic