[Intro: AZ & (Biz Markie)]
(Yo, this is funky! A-yo, what's up, fellas?)
Peace, God! Peace, peace, how you?
(Yeah, I'm a'ight, I'm all good)
Yeah, yeah, cool, cool
Check it out!
I see today's mathematics as bein' understanding, you know?
Understanding is havin' the ability to see things clearly
For what they are, not what they present theyself to be
It completes the cipher, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's also symbolic to the black child, which is the best part
A-yo, son, represent
[Verse 1: Nas]
Now, I'm the average nigga in the street life, God
I try to beat trife odds
Ride my L-E through the night fog and park
It's buddha to be sparked, it's consistent
The Beast smells the L because it travel long distance
Cruisin' in his Chrysler, pursuin' niggas in my cipher
Start wildin' like insane asylum on Rikers Island
Verbal assassin, I murder freestylin'
One-two for the gun crew, three drinkin' Cristal and
I play the side 'cause the words of man kill
Proverbs buck out my grill, real as Ill Will
Peep the steel! Nobody move, nobody die
Why must I be high? Bustin' in trife bitches, touchin' mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Pérignon
Females love the guns I be wearin'
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my sentences
I flow demandin', that's understanding
(Yo, this is funky! A-yo, what's up, fellas?)
Peace, God! Peace, peace, how you?
(Yeah, I'm a'ight, I'm all good)
Yeah, yeah, cool, cool
Check it out!
I see today's mathematics as bein' understanding, you know?
Understanding is havin' the ability to see things clearly
For what they are, not what they present theyself to be
It completes the cipher, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's also symbolic to the black child, which is the best part
A-yo, son, represent
[Verse 1: Nas]
Now, I'm the average nigga in the street life, God
I try to beat trife odds
Ride my L-E through the night fog and park
It's buddha to be sparked, it's consistent
The Beast smells the L because it travel long distance
Cruisin' in his Chrysler, pursuin' niggas in my cipher
Start wildin' like insane asylum on Rikers Island
Verbal assassin, I murder freestylin'
One-two for the gun crew, three drinkin' Cristal and
I play the side 'cause the words of man kill
Proverbs buck out my grill, real as Ill Will
Peep the steel! Nobody move, nobody die
Why must I be high? Bustin' in trife bitches, touchin' mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Pérignon
Females love the guns I be wearin'
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my sentences
I flow demandin', that's understanding
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