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June 22, 2009

New Nas "Film", MP3 & Lyrics



Brand new music from Nas, recorded with new producer C-Sick who won the chance to record with Nas in a producer's competition. (via TSS)

  • Nas "Film" MP3

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    Nas "Film" Lyrics

    I want y'all to see this like film. C-Sick on production, Nas on the vocal.. let's go

    Life's a fog at night red brake lights
    The freeway beside a restaurant
    Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
    3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men
    I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp
    Just walked in, his suit was shark skin,
    He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in
    What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness
    Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous
    Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went
    To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends
    Some show love and some are envious
    Some got the heart of gold, some venomous
    At times I wanna go back to being penniless
    Ignorance is bliss, i love being innocent
    Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again
    And all is real so all's worth mentioning.

    CHORUS:
    If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
    Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
    Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film

    Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs
    Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose
    Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals
    Car doors rise with no touch of the handles
    Capiche? Capri style, it's on beaches and islands
    Far from police sirens at least for a weekend
    then it's back to the streets creepin
    I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
    Add a splash to the Seagrams
    Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening
    As i circle the table like Babe Ruth
    Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude
    Bat to the brain with brute force
    Splatter my cream velour suit
    They hit me with lawsuit
    I slip in your whore coupe
    Your b*tch hate you, word to Jesus
    Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew
    OGs hate to make way for the new
    Young niggas want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew
    It's safe to say I was once young and innocent
    But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning

    CHORUS:
    If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
    Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
    Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film

    I speak to the street life
    The executive chief types
    The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right
    The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras
    Cuz I barely survived crazy eras
    Honest, always make good on my promise
    I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it
    I was born to this life I didn't invent it
    But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets
    You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs
    Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats
    Either you like beef or you like to spectate
    Give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say
    We touch em and we come out tussling
    The ghetto is my garden of eden
    So I keep bobbing and weaving
    It's intense so I'm hardly breathing
    KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends

    CHORUS:
    If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
    Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
    Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film

    Nas "Film" Lyrics



    Posted by jsmooth995 at June 22, 2009 11:13 PM






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