Letra de 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 youOh yes, there is... ThisYo, Nas, yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio sonChill chill, that's the shit God, chillAiyyo 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 babyTrue, trueNas, 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 manTrue indeed, knamsayin', but when it's real you doin' this Even without a record contract, knamsayin'No questionBeen doin this since back thenNo doubtI'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gone keep it real We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kidNo doubt, we gon keep it real, true, trueAiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man Takin' niggas a long time, manWho got the Phillies, take this HennessyAiyyo Dunn C'mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man Stop pointin' that at me Dunn, take the clip outNigga alright but take this Hennessey manI'm sayin' take the clip man, c'mon, take it outLight them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies man Light some Phillies up thenPass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you knowYo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser I ain't fuckin' with you niggaI'm saying though manWhat is it, what is it babyWhat is it Son, what is itYou know what time it isI'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying Niggas don't listen man, representin' it's Illmatic