Nas - It Ain't Hard To Tell [Nigga Style] | Текст песни

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• It Ain't Hard To Tell [Nigga Style]

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
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

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'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like sly stallone in cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, mc's eavesdropt
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell

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