Ivan Nasini - You
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Исполнители: Ivan Nasini
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[Verse 1:]
Uh-huh, yo!
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game,
But I overstand, they truth is all lame,
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
Right in they fat mouth, then I carve my name.
Nas – too real, Nas – true king,
It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing,
Your arms too short to box with God,
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads.
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas!"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys,
I seen it comin', soon as I popped my first bottle,
I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do.
Came in with my style, so I fathered you,
I kept changing on the world since "Barbeque",
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with,
Fuck bitches I hit; it's funny I once said,
If I ever make a record, I take a cheque,
And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit,
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project bench with crack in my sock asleep.
I never asked to be top of rap's elite,
Just a ghetto child tryna learn the traps of the streets,
But look at me now.
[Hook:]
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
[Verse 2:]
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars,
And diamond rings can poison a rap star,
Was suicidal, high, smokin' so much lye,
I saw a dead bird flyin' through a broken sky.
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay,
So I could get old, my flesh rot away,
But that'll be the day when it's peace,
When my gat don't need to spray,
When these streets are safe to play.
Sex with death, indulge in these women,
Vision my own skeleton swimmin' in eternal fire,
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina,
Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds.
I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin' me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly,
I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R,
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar.
.45 in my waist, starin' at my reflection
In the mirror, sittin' still in the chair like Mike Concepcion,
When everything around me got cloudy,
The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me,
It was clear why the struggle was so painful,
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to,
And, God, I'm so thankful.
[Hook:]
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
Uh-huh, yo!
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game,
But I overstand, they truth is all lame,
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
Right in they fat mouth, then I carve my name.
Nas – too real, Nas – true king,
It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing,
Your arms too short to box with God,
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads.
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas!"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys,
I seen it comin', soon as I popped my first bottle,
I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do.
Came in with my style, so I fathered you,
I kept changing on the world since "Barbeque",
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with,
Fuck bitches I hit; it's funny I once said,
If I ever make a record, I take a cheque,
And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit,
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project bench with crack in my sock asleep.
I never asked to be top of rap's elite,
Just a ghetto child tryna learn the traps of the streets,
But look at me now.
[Hook:]
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
[Verse 2:]
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars,
And diamond rings can poison a rap star,
Was suicidal, high, smokin' so much lye,
I saw a dead bird flyin' through a broken sky.
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay,
So I could get old, my flesh rot away,
But that'll be the day when it's peace,
When my gat don't need to spray,
When these streets are safe to play.
Sex with death, indulge in these women,
Vision my own skeleton swimmin' in eternal fire,
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina,
Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds.
I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin' me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly,
I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R,
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar.
.45 in my waist, starin' at my reflection
In the mirror, sittin' still in the chair like Mike Concepcion,
When everything around me got cloudy,
The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me,
It was clear why the struggle was so painful,
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to,
And, God, I'm so thankful.
[Hook:]
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
You're the man, you're the man.
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