King’s Disease II
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Stars, countin’ a million
King’s Disease
I made the fade famous, the chain famous
QB on my chest match the stainless
Nasir
White kids are brought in alive
Black kids get hit with like five
Life Is Good
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
Untitled
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
Mama was just having fun with someone above her years
Hip Hop Is Dead
It’s because we can’t see ourselves as the boss
Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred
Street’s Disciple
I ain’t have to read The Art of War to slay men
God’s Son
They shootin’! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin’ big money, playboy, your time’s up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Stillmatic
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
(Not) God’s Son across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Nastradamus
Yo, I need an encore y’all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball ‘till you fall, I can help you with that
You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat
I Am…
It’s life or death for me now
But you know, there’s no turnin’ back now
This is what makes me, this is what I am
Feel me? Let’s go
It Was Written
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn’t know ‘til I was drunk though
Illmatic
Rappers; I monkey flip ‘em with the funky rhythm
I be kickin’, musician inflictin’ composition