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Nas Yeah, yeah, yeah (N— N— N— N— Nas) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Get your eardrum de-virignized While the music is— Hahaha Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine) Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas) All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Ties) Streets was our office, we didn't need a shirt and tie (Tie) M-I-A-M-I, weather like the Virgin Isles (Isles) I ain't got no jewelry on 'causе I'm made of ice (Ice) Elеment surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ) To Portofino, sittin' high in the cliff From a younger dude with a crew and we was workin' the shift Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced They never been scared to death while stayin' calm in a twist I creeped in a jean jacket, headband and Nikes I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike And I was lookin' at these people, thinkin' they just might Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Gnarles Barkley Before I even pull to the spot, they try to park me Letras de cancionesI'm used to dark scenes, that's why I spark green Why I pour wine, they don't stock these, I gotta order mine Malcolm X departed at the Audubon Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb, never mortified All-black Audemar, you claim yours was one of one We timepiece monsters, every season, we be on the hunt Jeepers, creepers, America's a baby that's teethin' Shittin' on itself, cryin' for it's next feedin' As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen Plus Ray Liotta and James Caan died Iconic actors who were redemption for these mob guys We easin' on down the road for the third win Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind Like young Quincy Jones, stuck outside the club 'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ought to be young again But right now, it's like I got the power of a hundred men Nas'll hit like Michael and Quincy on the run again (Run again) Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine) Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas) All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Certain ties) I'm activated, my hair might spark flames Aviator frames, bandages, laminates, a stage From a stretcher, I wave Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'll still be honorary Like Quincey on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on the drum kit Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it (Shamone) Bouncin' off the wall, always startin' somethin' Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (Big budgets) Moonwalkin', smooth criminal talkin' (Smooth talkin') I'm changin' colors right now 'til I'm dark-skinned ('Til I'm dark-skinned) Adam Clayton Powell, complexion of Baldwins Annie, are you okay watchin' me transformin'? (Shamone) Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove Know some money-gettin' thugs that could buy The Beatles pub That's what I really call coppin' white, re-in' up (Re-in' up) Haha From Letras Mania