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Nasir Jones, otherwise known as Nas or Nasty Nas, is the best lyricist of all-time in the rap game, easily the best rapper alive, and maybe the best all-[time]. From Queensbridge, New York, he is one of the realest rappers all-time. He is hugely respected by anyone who knows shit about rap. His first album, 'Illmatic', (1994) is widely considered as one of the best rap albums of all-time, if not THE best. His second album, 'It Was Written' (1996) more or less equaled the [genius] of Illmatic. Nas shit on [Jay]-Z in their [beef] after the death of [legend] Biggie Smalls, and is the king of [NYC]. Nas was the foundation for the lyrical rap of the '90s and although he is the realest rapper and is connected to the underground movement, is widely known even in the mainstream.

Y'all niggas deal with emotions [like] [bitches] What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My [child], I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile [like] a proud dad, watchin his only [son] that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a [child], scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly In '[88] you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with -Nas, 'Ether' Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your [crew], six went into you Everybody gotta [die] sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the [air] I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the [clip] until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE [BITCHES] TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE [TIME] IS NOW!! -Nas, One Mic There was a [snitch] on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's [good] she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind -Nas, NY State of Mind

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