It ain't hard to tell
I excel and prevail
The mic comes to contact with the third rail
My raps react, they attack the wack
Just like a maniac
With this see I'm a braniac
I'll pull your tattoo, you never come off
I flip the script with a sawed off, of course
A mind of Shakespeare, reincarnated
Bring the elevated, I'm being R-rated
This style was cover, drastic, meltin' the plastic
And I eat mics just like Afton
burn your pen pad, mics, you'll need not
'Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot
Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin'
Minds manipulared, my raps are nickel-plated
I execute raps like I'm swingin' an axe around
This is the mic shutdown
Notify the president
That I'm bombing your residence
And I'm leaving no evidence
Voice box sells, lyrics I exhale
Rappers gettin smoke, you can smell the hot shells
These dollars fake, snake
Real dramatized, you might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize
Here's the break Imma translate verbal so well I excel
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
I got a case of verbal fever
I'm here to make you a believer
Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers
Lyrics'll explode, my brain overloads
Get me a grammy, competition is dead just like Sammy
I leave mines magnetized like slaves
Your style is old fashioned like graves
Holdin' a pistol at a pastor
Pullin the trigger faster
Tell him I was sent by his master
But that talk is too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
I know your whole card just like a palm reader
Non-stop I'm bustin' heads like the feds, Baby Pops
This is not the Kindergarten Cop
Put on your blindfold, Imma release and stand tall
I detonate bombs at the Policeman's Ball
This is heart from the heart, I leave a mark for deputies reppin' the same imma rep
Already I'm ill but I can only get better
My lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
A massive dialect of uncommon languages
A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this
See the proverbs, copycat attackers, huh
I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm a genocide to rappers
Battlin' Nas is death when my brain reacts
You might has well have fell asleep on a train track
This ain't the same tact as you're used to
This is rhythmatic, automatic
Tried your auto-habit
Slaughter your tape recorder
Givin' thanks to my supporters
And keep flowin' like water
No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail
Ayo, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Check it, I catch rep with my intellect
Suckas are incorrect
I wanna win cause slept
All Nas words born
I leave the microphone torn
Forced rappers, you need to write your own song
Menopause I murder man, hittin' like a verbal Iran
Hold a mic in my hand, my life is end
Imitators have swept me like gym class
Your raps is batshit, then I'll be slipped past
you rap for roots absolute, then delete 'em
Verbally eat 'em
Because my ears don't need 'em
Nas is a terrorist, analyst, swingin' my fist
Like a nigga breakin' posessed by satan
You couldn't compete on a beat that was fast flow
Brothas and sistas shipped out like I was Castro
I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover
I used to leave the references like Danny, brother
I execute monologues, sabotage entourage
Mutilate mics like a maniac at large
I talk with slang, and use my brain
Generate pain, penetrate your veins
Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son
Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson
No competition, 'cause I cause wonders
Nas a battle rapper grindin' football numbers
I load 'em out killa
Rhyme writin' thriller
Hold a Mac-11 and attack a reverend
Don't sleep 'cause you might not wake
I speak deep dialects and translate
Me and friends commit sins on the regular
Murder my competitors and et cetera
Nas is a Gypsy Egyptian
Livin' a script and microphone manufacturers are victims
My verse makes your eardrums swell
It ain't hard to tell