Nas English Rap Song Lyrics By Michael & Quincy.

 Nas English Rap Song Lyrics By Michael & Quincy.

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Get your eardrum de-virginzed by the… 

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine 

Just a word of advice you can’t murder Nas 

All my n*ggas certified, we got certain ties 

Streets was the office we didn’t need a shirt and tie 

M-I-A-M-I weather like the Virgin Isles 

I ain’t got no jewelry on ‘cuz I’m made of ice 

Element surprised, move with the Passion of Christ

To Portofino sittin’ high on the cliff 

From a younger dude with a crew we was working the shift Y’all South Park cartoon characters I’m convinced 

They never been scared to death while stayin’ calm in a twist I creeped in a jean jacket, headband, and Nikes 

I ain’t like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike 

And I was lookin’ at these people thinkin’ they just might 

Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers Go Crazy, Cee-Lo Green, Gnarls Barkley 

Before I even pulled to the spot, they tried to park me 

I’m used to dark scene’s that’s why I spark green 

Why I pour wine, they don’t stock these, I gotta order mine Malcolm X departed at The Audubon 

Seen so many slaughtered I’m numb never mortified 

All black Audemars, you claim yours was 1-of-1 

We timepiece monsters, every season we be on the hunt 

Jeepers creepers, America’s a baby that’s teething 

Sh*tting on his-self, crying for its next feeding 

As odd as it gets, it’s not even a toddler yet 

Gang members got nothing on these congressmen 

Plus, Ray Liotta and James Caan died 

Iconic actors who were redemption for these mob guys 

We easin’ on down the road for the third win 

Who’s Bad, it’s up and it’s stuck, feel the whirlwind 

Like young Quincy Jones stuck outside the club ‘til Ray Charles snuck him in Aah to be young again 

But right now it’s like I got the power of a hundred men 

Nas and Hit like Michael and Quincy on a run again 

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine 

Just a word of advice you can’t murder Nas 

All my n*ggas certified, we got certain ties 

I’m activated, my hair might spark flames 

Aviator frames, bandages, laminates for stage 

From a stretcher I wave 

Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys 

Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I’d still be honorary 

Like Quincy on a trumpet, Hit-Boy on a drum kit 

Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it 

Bouncin’ Off the Wall, always Startin’ Somethin’ 

Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets 

Moonwalkin’ Smooth Criminal talkin’ 

I’m changing colors right now ‘til I’m dark skinned 

Adam Clayton Powell’s complexion to Baldwins 

Annie are you OK? Watching me transforming 

Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove 

Know some money gettin’ thugs that can buy the Beatles pub That’s what I really call coppin’ white, re’in up, haha.