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(Intro) |
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(Nas) "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?" |
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(L.E.S.) "Prophesy!" |
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(Nas) "Yeah." |
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(L.E.S.) "Prophesy baby!" |
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(Chorus: Nas & L.E.S.) |
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Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!) |
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Disciple (STREET'S!)(6times) |
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Disciple (Let's go!) |
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(Verse 1: Nas) |
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Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers |
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Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine |
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Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My Bitch |
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In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit |
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Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders |
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Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come |
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Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history |
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Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me |
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This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty |
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Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me |
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Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo |
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Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though |
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My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back" |
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Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats |
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Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin' |
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What the fuck is that, freestyle |
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(Chorus: Nas & L.E.S.) |
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Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)(6times) |
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Disciple (Esco!) |
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(Verse 2: Nas) |
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Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew |
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Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music |
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Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor |
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And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters |
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Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real |
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Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama |
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Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence |
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If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it |
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Then dress warm for the cemetery climate |
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When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror |
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See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer |
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Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you |
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Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie |
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Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar |
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While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that |
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Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs |
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All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? |
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Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards |
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Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness |
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Hell yeah, awareness is my alias |
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Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest |
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The realest, HERE IT IS! |
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(Chorus: Nas & L.E.S.) |
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Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)(14times) |
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Disciple (Esco!) |
