The Unauthorized Biography Of Nas Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh

I call this the unauthorized biography of Nas, y'all

This that real hip-hop, uh

Turn me up, this that real hip-hop

Yeah, this that real hip-hop

Again, I said, this that real hip-hop

Turn me up, this that real hip-hop

Yo, this that real hip-hop, uh

Let's go, man, yo

Time is Illmatic in Queensbridge, all prodigies wreak havoc

Yo, you ever seen Nas rapping

It was fantastic, like Olu Dara jazz classics

Nasty Nas with a chipped tooth, uh

You rocked the crowd, live at the barbecue

You was a kid, how'd you come up with such rhymes

Everybody knew, after that, it was your time

Illmatic dropped in 94, it was GOAT time

Outshined the greatest rappers, even in their Prime

It wasn't hard to tell, you rock well

The source said, five mics, you blew up the scale

Everybody want you to repeat it

That's like asking for another Billie Jean or Beat It, uh

You didn't let that phase you, you came back with

It was written, more albums, more prolific

Street dreams are made of these

If I ruled the world, I'd free all of these, uh

Throughout the 90s, you dominated

That prepared you for the '01 situation

Jay dropped the blueprint, and we all loved it

Thought it was the end for Nastradamus

You and Jay beef got so dramatic

So you dropped Ether, proved you Sillmatic

Streets Disciple loved how you quote the Bible

Told us hip-hop was dead, but we loved the idols

As a lyricist, never seen nobody like you

And to this day, we all trying to be like you

In 05, you married Kelis

Y'all was a great couple, hate we had to see y'all break up

But I'm sure y'all good now

You didn't let the internet break you down

I remember when you dropped Daughters, yeah

Made us all wanna be fathers, yeah

I made my daughter my EP on my latest CD

I got that from you and your daughter Destiny

Shout out to your son, Knight, he was born to be one

How your games won, white 740 Beamer

And we thought you soon hang it up

But you had something up your sleeve

King's Disease, you and Hit-Boy made magic

Got your first Grammy off another classic

And you still going right back at it

Yeah, proving that time is Stillmatic

Yeah, this for Nas, y'all

The truest poet, greatest lyricist of all time

Best storyteller, thug narrator, his style's greater

We appreciate your life, man, how you inspired us

This has been the unauthorized biography of Nas

We love you, man, one love

Yeah, shout out Nasir, Nas Jones

Rest in peace to his wonderful mother

Shout out to his brother, the whole Queensbridge

Yeah, Nas, y'all

Mass Appeal, shout out y'all

Hip-hop, hip-hop

It's that real hip-hop