Essay About Life Of Police Chases Street Sweepers And Mad Violence

Nas one Mic
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[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]
One time.. yeah.. yeah..
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sipll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who Im gon body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his heineken
Richochetin between the spots that Im hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood ima rep, to the death of it
til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, dont abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die, with nines out
This is what nas is bout, nigga the time is now!
[whispering again]
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. thats all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah
[gradually getting louder]
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer – tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
At all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, theres thirty-three shots
From twin glocks theres sixteen apiece, thats thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now Im strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If yall niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
Theres nothin in our way – they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
That we take these bitches to war, lie em down
Cause we stronger now my nigga the time is now!!
[whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. thats all I need, thats