Yomez - Tribute to Nas Lyrics

Uh -hun

Un-hun

This one goes out to one of the greatest ever the greatest Rapper the greatest MC the greatest
Lyricist the greatest Poet New York's king hands down this is a tribute to you my brother
Salute!!

It was on my Westwood tape where I herd the golden child flow I'm untitled like the album
But his one of my heroes I was that Kid Waves looking out of project window
Seeing bullet holes in peep holes I stay ripped like Jamaican clothes many riffs with flows
But she was a black girl lost like the tapes I came through with crushed grapes push a
Little weight cook it up like steaks at the barbeque the year's 1990 and I'm back to the grill
Still with the matic blessing the essence with aziatic
Life's a bitch but sleep is the cousin of death

I was surviving the times between East and West were distant
Relatives going to a land of promise have to pay homage memory lane sitting on
Park bench with splinters to shootout it was all written in the message
We take action that's affirmative
Not dead pres queens heads cos I'm not from the bridge
Staying wake is the cousin of life if sleep is the cousin of death

RIP to our Ann Jones's meaning our mothers who died similar
Cancers like silent murder snakes strike like a cobra
Friends thought you were washed up over
A rappers rapper came with that Ether
Delivered it like poisoned pizza to cater for Cater last supper over J hova

But we found a cure
Before I declare war
You was nasty before but now mature with cheese
Even though you Puff Diddy trees
Big like BIG
Don't mater how many cars you own you still gotta pay lease (lis)
But we love them all to the birth of our seeds

It's the
It's the
It's the
Its the
Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far

It's the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far

Uh -hun
We're celebrating cause we made it this far

I seen fruits die my peers (pears) Pac B I

Will they ever return maybe in my my third eye spiritual
You remain lyrical even though you dropped out of school in the eighth grade history's
Made no more Columbia Slave

Serch from 3rd base was your manager
Paulie's large professor
You had a tec
I had a Rambo in my dresser in 94
My boot leg wouldn't allow me to go to stores
Especially when I herd the world is yours
Mad applause
Five mics in the source
Best rappers album 55th annual Grammy awards
For Illmatic classic
Like the forces
If your talking arms frostiest toasters shout Stoute commissioner
Destiny's more than a daughter Knights younger
See what happened to Smiley culture but we still ultra like Malcom and Luther getting this paper
Red book this is your life we celebrate ya
Look what you did for the culture
A Foxy Nas and Mega
Stand firm its in our Nature
Like Jermain Baxter
You use to guzzle hennessy now its on ya
Salute star with or without the toaster salute
Salute Salute

Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far

Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far

I remember Slick Rick Kane Rakim KRS 1 posters
LL Cool J couple others then that kid called Escobar
He was terror like the squad from live at the barbeque to back at the grill to Illmatic
It was written biography of a King ruled the world with a queen like Lauryn
There's things I won't speak on gotta keep it secret like Victoria not Carmen
When you got things in common like common
Like I am Nastrsdamus Stillmatic to God son and some
You don't stop reigning on top like Amazon
With Mass Appeal for real
Vocabulary spills
I'm ill like Will
You use to bag grams now you got it sealed Grammy
Big shout to Tyrone Lindo and Big Nasty

Salute salute salute

It's the N the A to the S-I-R if it's not nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god live at the barb it's the ill will that makes him go hard son of
Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
'Cause we made it this far

Its the N the A to the S-I-R
If it's not Nasty Nas then its Escobar
Lyrical god
Live at the barb
It's the ill will that makes him go hard
Son of Olu dara
In this jungle Jabar
We made it this far
We made it this far
We're celebrating
''Cause we made it this far

We're celebrating cause we made it this far
We're celebrating cause we made it this far

Un-hun
Queens heads queens heads queens head cos I'm not from the bridge

Scratching

We're celebrating cause we made it this far
Queens heads queens head queens head coz I'm not from the bridge

(Scratching) Queens queens queens queens queens
Queens queens queens queens queens
Queens queens queens queens queens
Queens heads cos I'm not from the bridge