Reminisce Nas
"Reminisce" by Nas, released in 1999, is a reflective hip-hop track that delves into nostalgia, personal growth, and the struggles of life. The lyrics explore memories of his past, highlighting the impact of his upbringing and the people who shaped him. Musically, the song features smooth, soulful beats that enhance its introspective tone. Its cultural significance lies in Nas's ability to convey deep emotions and storytelling, resonating with listeners who relate to the themes of memory and identity. #HipHop
[Intro]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
[Refrain]
My comfort give you discomfort
Just know that in the hood, they gon' bump this
And I'm only strong as my circle
The things that shaped me would've murked you
[Verse 1]
I didn't have to die so that they could call me the great one
Didn't take a couple albums, people said it from day one
From wings with hot sauce to tuna tartare, driven in RRs
From hidin' from robbery victims in back of cop cars
Tatted from my neck to abdomen
Almost gettin' shot was averagin' once every two weeks
Blessed what I had to been
These painful words, hearing these liars puttin' my name in dirt
Aim and I burst, pistol practice until my fingers hurt
I hit my target, uh, I up the margin
What they on? You know how Nas do, don't get me started
Chic, sleek and snazzy from a small family
Fine taste and I hate the unsatisfactory
We can gun blast or party, Great Gatsby theme
Bring your first ladies or come with your new nasty thing
'Cause every other day I'm remindin' myself
I reached every goal that was high on the shelf
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
[Refrain]
My comfort give you discomfort
Just know that in the hood, they gon' bump this
And I'm only strong as my circle
The things that shaped me would've murked you
[Verse 1]
I didn't have to die so that they could call me the great one
Didn't take a couple albums, people said it from day one
From wings with hot sauce to tuna tartare, driven in RRs
From hidin' from robbery victims in back of cop cars
Tatted from my neck to abdomen
Almost gettin' shot was averagin' once every two weeks
Blessed what I had to been
These painful words, hearing these liars puttin' my name in dirt
Aim and I burst, pistol practice until my fingers hurt
I hit my target, uh, I up the margin
What they on? You know how Nas do, don't get me started
Chic, sleek and snazzy from a small family
Fine taste and I hate the unsatisfactory
We can gun blast or party, Great Gatsby theme
Bring your first ladies or come with your new nasty thing
'Cause every other day I'm remindin' myself
I reached every goal that was high on the shelf
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