It Never Ends

Nas

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    Buckets like Gilligan
    Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan
    Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain
    Got me revealing men
    Quintessential Queensbridge poet back to the grill again
    Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown, switch styles
    Yet to see any heavyweight make it to this round
    This that pure champion sound, I wear the crizzown
    Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown
    Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down
    Amphibians, reptiles that make that hiss sound
    They eyes change color, their pupils start to slit down
    When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round

    I got seven MAC-11s, about eight. 38s
    Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends
    Rest in peace to B. I., the shit never ends
    B.I.G. shit
    I got seven MAC-11s, about eight. 38s
    Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (never ends, never ends)
    The world's going crazy, this shit never ends (never ends, never ends)

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    Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya
    Whoever gets love in the hood, he's a freak of nature
    When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream
    What does he mean?
    Who does he think he is?
    His bank be hid, he hardly out
    He still as hard as he was when he started out
    We count 'em out, we count 'em in
    Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt
    So around my house with my wiz, lessons I got from my friends
    Do they love me for me or love me for them?

    I got seven MAC-11s, about eight. 38s
    Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends
    The world's out war, the shit never ends
    Everybody packin'
    I got seven MAC-11s, about eight. 38s
    Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (never ends, never ends)
    It never ends, the shit never ends (never ends, never ends)
    What will it take to end?

    Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest
    I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses
    They hate it before they hear it
    Clear that my perseverance is somethin' they can't bear
    It's become apparently clear
    They fear me, I'm not dying or rather
    Put my ears to the blaring cop siren
    Am I here or in a hot dryer?
    Didn't hear all that pop-soundin' fakespeare, pop rhymin'
    Niggas should stop lyin'
    Why in a whole year, you still in the same spot trying
    To change, but you not risin'?
    When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in'
    Cars, you just started drivin'
    I've been ridin', been made it
    You and your pretend stages
    I did this since windbreakers (windbreakers)

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    Composición: Nas, Alchemist, Craddock Kenny y Colin Patrik Gibson

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