NaS - It Ain't Hard To Tell (Remix) | Текст песни

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• It Ain't Hard To Tell (Remix)

Take it to da bridge, to da muh fucking bridge.
Queensbridge in da mother fucka.
it ain't hard to tell, it ain't hard to tell
it ain't hard to tell
Verse 1
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el
Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm Ill
plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas can rock well, it ain't hard to tell
Chorus

What's a beat if da ryhme don't click, i spit ryhmes like i'm sick
dying lost in a pit. The only way i can escape is by vocals,
verbalizing stripes, stabing ears like a knife called life.
The prohet of da gutter, lyrics a silk major butter, i flow never stutter,
clever poetic brothers on a mission, dishing all ne perps
to fraud. Gramps listen, to what the experts record. Burn
ya pin and pads, mics we need not, well i be packing like a
rasta in the weed spot. Hittinh ya hearts like a holatip
verbaly illing, minds muniplated my raps are nickel plated i
illistarted x rated to move out. Nas the parlayer state you
on a new route. The suicide poetry realeased from a cell
where the myths clientell i excell it ain't hard to tell.
Chorus

I blessed with the Finesse to express like shakespear
the blocks cape fear, drop metaphors when da breaks clear.
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
(Chorus)fades

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