Nas ‘The Lost Tapes 2′ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
With nearly three decades in the rap game to his credit and multiple classic bodies of work, Nas is regarded as one of the greatest music artists of all-time. The pride of Queensbridge continues to test the limits of his artistry each year while blessing listeners with new material. A year removed from the release of his Kanye West-produced, Nasir, Mr. Jones returns with The Lost Tapes 2, the sequel to his acclaimed compilation of rare gems and cutting-room material.
The Lost Tapes 2 consists of 16 tracks culled from the cutting room floor of Nas' late career albums Hip-Hop Is Dead, Untitled, Life Is Good and Nasir. It features guest appearances by Al Jarreau, J. Myers, RaVaughn, Swizz Beatz and others. Meanwhile, Nas serves up his one-of-a-kind lyrics over beats by an all-star cast that includes The Alchemist, DJ Toomp, Hit-Boy, Kanye West, No I.D., Pete Rock, Pharrell Williams, RZA and Swizz Beatz.
With years of anticipation in the rearview, Nas delivers in a big way with The Lost Tapes 2, which should only bolster his reputation as one of the most respected and revered wordsmiths to ever pick up a mic. XXL sifts through the album to highlight 20 memorable lyrics from the album.
"Heard some people discussing my whereabouts/Yeah, it's been a few sightings of me, a fair amount/Never seen much, but yet I'm never in the house/Move in style, wild, exciting when I do step out/Y'all been rhyming for years and Jungle made a hit/'Oochie Wally' ideas, sold a million records/Had 'em embarrassed" —Nas
"I got the je ne sais quoi, why bother/With girls who like to play keep-away with they toddlers?/She started with good intentions like a rich pastor/Bitch was bad, turned from good thing to disaster/Takes forever to build a rep, one second to lose it/She put her neck in a noose, snapped it/Hangin' on every word she heard come outta cougar mouth, super foul/Play your cards right, deuces wild, salute my pals" —Nas
"I could son a rapper/Every one of you rappers/Vámonos, I be running you rappers/Adios, I don't see none of you rappers/All of y'all under me rappers/I need to golf, need a day to relax/Get a massage, Al Jarreau on the track/Al Jarreau of rap, made the Mets hat/More famous than Strawberry, y'all know this already" —Nas
"Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture?/His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to/Be from the '80s era/His tint is shade Carrera/Queens forever/Green pipe seats, clean Panamera/Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy/The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis" —Nas
"You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me/You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies/Can’t bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer/You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya/My Panerai watch glows like Avatar/Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all?/Takin' from a rich man plate, kick in his door/'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor" —Nas
"There's an obstacle in everything/It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin'/Keepin' heat with the silencers/Learnin' Greek and Italian, speak with kings while dinin'/Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin'/Ties was suppliers for my days of the projects/Where I resided, a phenomenon/With the ambitions of a rider/Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest" —Nas
"She know who tryin' to rock her to sleep to get to me/Give 'em the side eye when she see 'em in the street/Her brother locked up, he doin' 10 up in the beast/He's short, he comin' home and she hyped for his release/Fly her to Hollywood, watch flicks from Nollywood/Like hydraulics, she ride the wood" —Nas
"She edu-ma-cated, she said she related to the Asian/Ethic persuasion, the sex is amazin'/Never bought her a Birkin, my nighttime nurse/May be more like a surgeon, nice on the eyes, I put that work in/Back when she was on the same block that I would service/Said, 'It's straight,' we need a place up in Jamaica Estates/And she was like, 'Oh no' in a silky Kimono/Said the streets, the snakes, plus Governor Cuomo" —Nas
"We fresh outta the Met Gala/Express power/Exude the essence of best dressed for the next hour/Toast glasses, velvet ropes, no trespassin'/Hella smoke, our section has the best fashion/Picture us laughin', how ticklish the money has us/Like little kids, but the difference is we'd much rather/Be ghost, back in the crib, some avocado toast/Laid back, we choose that over Almafi Coast" —Nas
"A known fraud once fell on his own sword/Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad/His lady's crazy and it bugs me/Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly/Less then a week ago, he's beatin' his dick to a freak he know/Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone/Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up/Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut" —Nas
"Tryna get my niggas legitimate/Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit/Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap/Drunk liquor bit, young black militant/Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit/Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip/Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get/How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship" —Nas
"I don't mean to be brass, even a genius asks questions in class/Supposed to know a love that'll last/Her friends, they don't mess with rappers, correction/I'm Akhenaten, King Tut's predecessor/I fantasize, and no mind him, I'm slick with words/Tell your girlfriend I flip the birds" —Nas
"Misogynistic monologue/What we dialogue/Yeah, I'm mature from the chest, and higher North/But below the waist, I'm a dog/Your girl in heat like cayenne sauce/She so sweet, but she kinda lost/Like me, African name with a diamond cross" —Nas
"Scientists told us how the Mayans lived/Highways are landing strips for planes to land/Before the Wright brothers planned aerodynamics/Now I am chilling 20 karats like a savage/Not embarrassed/Buy what I'm copping while I'm shopping out in Paris" —Nas
"D is for Dries Van Noten/Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing/D cups, tequila and blunts/Weed, women, and liquor/Depending on the day is a different mission/They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on/The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on/Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up on/My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him" —Nas
"Pulled out the barrel/Four-fifths rip through bone marrow/Make his toes spiral the dirt/While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter/Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters/When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask/They get away quick, traceless, lying back" —Nas
"My fate is highly favored by the father, love to all/Rest in peace to Zhanu, the barber brought cases/Celebrate and take us back to thought/The real New York, death to rapists and rats/The touch school to Brooklyn stories/The kings, the lifers, the lords of Queens/Or the stories on Puerto Rican righteous, I heard things" —Nas
"Some are caricatures, amateur boys/I'm like a classic pianist with a handful of swords/Bandages on my finger, still I'm managing chords/Like a live band, performing in a sand storm/Blinded, still hit the right keys, swift as a life breeze, dripping/In fear of God, scented in Diptyque fragrance/Some nights Creed flavors, I am motivation/I don't talk on the next man, I am never hating" —Nas
"This daily bread, holy bread/Alphabetical numerals, codes of red/What's more dense, gold or lead?/What's more expensive?/The OG said, 'No matter what it is, rent it/And never buy it, it's all temporary possessions/We don't own nothing on this Earth but our soul and that's the lesson'/Project apartment parties, rest in peace to Marley/Try not to get booked by Officer Laverty" —Nas
"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" —Nas