“Cop Ferraris with navigational screens/Guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens/Piped out seats, Oakwood MB Quart speakers/Bumpin’ out old sh*t that made me think of Old Easters ’86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves/Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin’ fu**ed up/From Old E, Fresh Fest, ni**as got hurt/100 ni**as rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts” “I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole/Inhumane, living hostile opposed/To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes/Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon ni**as in suburbans with liquor/Preposterous foes, finicky foul ni**as/See ni**as and blacks, there goes a loud difference/Coke sniffing, tapping 13-year-old chickens/You can’t be a kingpin when you snitching”
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“Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep/Flow when I’m set, I got the chips to make a lotus my whip/Gold on my neck was once a code of respect for high rollers and vets/Now it’s loads of baguettes, prefer a Mac-10 over a Tec/No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets/Trees that might eject my hype back/Famous phrase “Ni**a, light that” “Never knew murder ’til I seen my man get popped/No blood soakin’, layin’ there, eyes still open/I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm/He was lookin’ right through me, yo, starin’ beyond/I wonder what he saw: the limos, movies and tours?/Did he die in vain or represent for the cause?/Now I put his name on everything I’m involved/And that’s the game y’all can’t relate, f**k y’all”
“Ni**as used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up/That’s when we were lied to, buyin’ hair products/Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin’ till awareness started penetratin’/The styles come from prison/They used potatoes makin’ liquor just to prove we some creative ni**as/Turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’ is God work/And you get nothin’ without struggle and hard work”
“Pushin’ drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80’s had us all apes/Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate/That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants, yeah/X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade/Homicidal feds on the blocks where I played b-ball/That’s when I wondered was I here for the cause or because/’Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto/Was told to stay strong and I could beat the devil” Fifteen years after its release, VIBE goes down memory lane and compiles 20 of the most memorable lyrics from the album that still leaves us in awe. Released on September 23, 2002, Lost Tapes was met with critical acclaim and hailed as an instant-classic, capitalizing on the momentum set by Stillmatic and erasing any doubt that Nas had lost his touch or capability as an emcee. Another attempt at damage control as a result of leaked material also affected Nas’ Nastradamus album, forcing him to record all new material to meet its intended release date, a move that would be maligned and serve as a blemish on an otherwise stellar catalog.
However, many key songs intended for the album, including “Blaze a 50,” “Drunk by Myself,” and “Poppa Was a Playa,” were leaked and bootlegged prior to its release, leading Nas to scrap the double-album idea and release a stripped down version of I Am… . Taking a page out of his fallen rivals’ books, the Queens native intended for his highly anticipated follow-up to It Was Written, I Am…, to be a double-album, a move that if executed well, would have put him in rare air as a rap artist. occurred within a year of It Was Written‘s release, leaving Nas as the default choice to carry on the torch as rap’s supreme soloist. After the release of his monstrous It Was Written album in 1996, the untimely deaths of Tupac Shakur and The Notorious B.I.G. One tidbit that many casual fans gloss over when appraising Nas albums like I Am… and Nastradamus are the circumstances that surrounded their release and how they ultimately altered the course of his career.
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