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)