Understandable Smooth Ras Kass

For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones

Immaculate conception, like a Black Madonna in mangers;
My crew consist of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman
Then I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span 49 states, bounce rock skate;
Similar to movin' weight out of state
Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, "I bury all cockroaches";
Stare in his face, Stomp-in on bustas like Kirk Franklin
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? But of course
Still screaming "Behold a pale horse."
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch;
Pay no child support when me and my mic divorce
Some of y'all cats in the game look confused;
Where's your butterfly collar and your crocodile shoes?
Gotta pay dues, street crews — you know it's off the hook when
Oh-three-one is gangbangin' in Brooklyn ...

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" -- Nas
To all my live ones, not my shook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" -- Nas
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" -- Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" -- Nas
Uhh, Music to Driveby