'91 Freestyle

Yo, this is Nas, the rebel to America

I load the clips 'til my lips are crass, cracked

Like a vet buggin' out from flashbacks

My raps, I shoot at your skull and leave ya sprung

I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns

Paragraph wizard makin' mics malfunction

I blow the fuse with the style I choose

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic

My voice-box locks and excels like a rocket

Nas assassinates the Pope with a scope

I mutilate mics 'til my voice-box is broke

Try to battle me and gasp for breath

Words I speak is a step beyond death

A rappin' Charles Manson, I'm just that odd

I'm so strong, long enough to box with God

I throw a pitch at your brain so try and catch it

My thought are bugged

My brains should be put in a straitjacket

I'm nastier than cannibalism

I'm as sharp as a shank in prison, thoughts abrupt, risen

My rap is a ritual of Satan

Though I'm not demonic, my voice is electronic

My brain is deranged

In a metamorphic change, my sound waves are strange

Many say that I'm propelled to Hell

But I met the Devil and wrecked his brain cell

Police murderer, I love to kill a black cop

Nasty Nas is as deadly as a crack spot

And smoke a mic like a fiend

I use a TEC 9 like I was ???????

I go on till the break of dawn

Breakin' raps in half, my word is bond

It's like that and, uh, I go on and on

Akinyele, rock the mic till the mic is torn