Black ZombiesYo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media?They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?Why you listen when the teachers at schoolknow you a young single parent out strugglin, they think you a foolGive your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classesKillin shorty future, I wonder how do we last itUnderground in they casket? Ancestors turninI'm learnin somethin every day, there is no LazarethWords like God is Greek or LatinSo if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the mastersMy niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxinEnvisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happenWhat do we own? Not enough land, not enough homesNot enough banks, to give a brother a loanWhat do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we askfor reperations, then they hit us with taxAnd insurance if we live to be old, what about now?So stop bein controlled, we black zombies[Chorus: (sung)]Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies)We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies)Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies)We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies)[Nas]Aiyyo we trapped in our own brain, fuck behind barsWe've already gone insaneThey've already gave up, cut our own heads offsStab our own backs and dream too muchwithout fulfillin reality; too greedy andcan't have one or two chains, we need three of demCan't have one or two guns without squeezin 'emon our own people and, fuck black leaderscause whites ain't got none leadin them, the rhythm is cosmicNas is divinity, the deity's prophetlessAll get down and get upVictims walkin 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuckFaintin, shoutin, catchin Holy Ghost in churchScared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doin it firstWe begged, we prayed, petitioned and demostratedJust to make another generation - black zombies[Chorus][Nas]You scared to be yourself, cause you in a tranceFeel free, hear the music and danceIf you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for youDumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jewsor from Israel, (?)bish'meal Allah, el-rachman, el-Rahim (?)Islam's a beautiful thingAnd Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bringpeace against the darkness, which is unGodlySo what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow[roaring] .. that's the sound of the beastI'm a Columbia record slave, so get paidControl your own destiny, you are a geniusDon't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie[Chorus][Nas]Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred yearsGhetto niggaz won't have it no mo', can I get a witness?Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do itwhen you can do it yourself; it's all in you, do it, do it
No Idea's OriginalNo idea's original, there's nothin new under the sunIt's never what you do, but how it's doneWhat you base your happiness around material, women, and large paperThat means you inferior, not major[Nas]If niggaz could look inside my mind, you'll findwhere bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimesGo to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyardwhere weed's responsible for memory lossLet's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseousSee what I seen every day I live with this tortureLightin spliffs up to stay high like 24 hoursSleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the showerMy tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demonsLong as I'm still breathin I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'emThe hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girlEverybody had money, every summer was real illFour-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reignedRadios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildinAsk for today's mathematics, we Allah's childrenAnd this was goin on in every New York ghettoKids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jell-oWe coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time differenceon a different coast, but we share the same sunlightYour part of the world, might be like colors and gangsWhile on my side, brothers'll murder for different thingsBut it all revolve around drugs, fame and shortiesStuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same storyFrom, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolisThem, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafiasBe scrappin with tats on they back, violent warsNothin less than a lethal injection if ever caughtCourtrooms, eagles and flags, American styleWhile in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foulWatchin for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' childBut them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be outThe chain be like a hundred KShinin since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minuteGenesis is deep, my features are that of a GodIt's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be NasMy Exodus doesn't existI'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mindEven with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreamsSi-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would changeCan't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things likeSomebody's always watchin, my lifeBefore I, walk out the door I size up every optionEyes cut every direction, it's like God or gunsWhich is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard oneI mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozledHeadline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin"
