I want to chill and kick my feet up lay back in the shade, play my pops old records from way back in the day, relax wit a dame wit pretty eyes tappin her frame, sippin a brew or two and after that I'm catchin the game, see i'm a simple cat tryin to make it out of the hood, cop a house for my moms somewhere out in the woods, and hit my pops with that lex that he been meanin to get, buy my wifey mad diamonds with the gleamin baugettes, relievin the stress, of daily trials out in the street, chill in the studio and maybe blow an ounce in a week, makin hits though my sick flow is payin the bills, and i write my own shit so I made it wit skills, livin in paradise is what i dream of doin someday, but now I'm payin dues spittin makin moves in the game, and when i make it , cant fake it, kid I keep it sacred, when I busta rhyme you'll see where we about to take it!

While you rhyme about your gansta exploits, I stress points, of mind emancipation, beyond the plans of masons, scanning nations, examine patrons, cuz we facin, new times and trends, after the year two 9 ends, my niggaz say he blew minds then, without the crime and zen, my mind begins to play back, the days of way back with 8 tracks, playin 70s soul, what heaven bestowed, upon me was a taste for music, I made haste to chew it, but it swallowed me whole, and got me controlled, plottin to tackle modern taboo, race relations, space surveilance, and what have you, its soon to grab YOU, the new millenium, chips from pentium, man made but ain`t no men in `em, GOD gaves us a chance, but now he pit man, against the pendulum, so I stand to make amends with him, enterin, the gates of heaven, with the weight of my bredren, on my shoulders, no time to think colder, I`m gettin older, and learnin new facts of life, you lack insight, that I possess, thats why I only write when I`m stressed, cuz I portray my feelings well, when I`m dealin with hell, tryin to get rid of all my inner demons, still in the cell, me and my niggas dream of living it well, tryin to propel past invisible gates, sometimes I feel like I`m sealed in this fate, the feeling is great, but still I debate...

I hate the drama at times, but thats the shit that fathers my rhymes, so many false thoughts are cloudin my mind, I`m caught in between this heaven and hell, the legends propel, my mental state, past the hate, and the devils that dwell, within my cypha, but I`m tha type of nigga that learns from lessons, steadily buildin` till I`m forced to return to the essence....

All my work is copy written and can never be bitten. so be eazy flow jackerz. I C U

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"MESSAGE OF THE DAY:] Too often, we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch-slap the motherfucker upside the head... pass it on....." ... a little spot of sunshine to brighten up your day ;)

Dre and Big Boi won 2 grammys for their infectuous hit single "Ms. Jackson". During their thank yous they

Stillmatic....I told yall the nigga still had it. This album is a stepping stone on the path to rekindle his lyrical flames. First he sparks up Jay-Z on the venomous track Ether to the surprise of many. Be honest, none of us beleived that he could chew up Jay-Z the way he did. He takes several more subliminal jabs at Jay throughout the album. Over the entrancing production of "You're the Man" he slyly spits "They plan was to knock me out the top of the game/ but I overstand your truth its all LAME." Its simple and plain. Nas' is back to reign at the top of his game. He flirts with new techniques on tracks such as "One Mic" in which his voice follows the crescendo of the track, rising in intensity along with the beat. Then he flips the script, literally, on the track "Rewind" in which he details a day in the life of a gansta from the end to its genesis. Overall Nas just kills it with this album. Thats all yall need to know. Go cop that shit dunn. The REAL ruler's back.

Yeah Yall, Ayo who can touch that nigga Vince. Nobody got hops like my man right here. Soon he's gonna be puttin my man Jordan to shame. Sorry to say it but the kid iz that nice with his. All I gotta say iz....Carolina 4ever baby. We got it sewn. hahahaha

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First and foremost all luv and praise goes to the creater. Whoever or wherever he may be. Got to say thanks for blessing me with the talent to express myself articulately...Of course, my moms and pops for makin me, raising me and being the sunshine in my darkest days. My brother Primo for puttin me up on game. Last but not least, my baby sis. She's growin up to be a beautiful woman. I'm proud of her...