Banned From TV N.O.R.E. (Ft. Big Pun, Cam'ron, Jadakiss, Nature & Styles P)
"Banned From TV" is a #HipHop track released in 1998 featuring N.O.R.E. and notable rappers like Big Pun and Jadakiss. The lyrics reflect themes of street life, resilience, and the struggles of urban existence. Its aggressive delivery and hard-hitting beats underscore a sense of camaraderie and defiance. The song has become an anthem in hip-hop culture, celebrated for its raw energy and impactful verses.
[Intro]
Trying to watch this movie
Yo, Jungle
Shut the fuck up
'98, it's ours
[Verse 1: Nature]
Ayo, ayo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden State, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room, watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima
Follow the leader, make me go extra hard
Yo, N.O.R.E., should I hold back or show the repertoire?
Quit at sixteen or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers?
I show 'em why it's so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my father's features, puff heavily
See me at six-one, weigh a buck seventy
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
Harlem week to Queens day
Performing acapella, no DJ
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy
So tell a friend to tell a friend that it's them again
Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins
Trying to watch this movie
Yo, Jungle
Shut the fuck up
'98, it's ours
[Verse 1: Nature]
Ayo, ayo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden State, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room, watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima
Follow the leader, make me go extra hard
Yo, N.O.R.E., should I hold back or show the repertoire?
Quit at sixteen or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers?
I show 'em why it's so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my father's features, puff heavily
See me at six-one, weigh a buck seventy
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
Harlem week to Queens day
Performing acapella, no DJ
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy
So tell a friend to tell a friend that it's them again
Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins
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