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• Artiste: Nas
• Titre: Madman
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"And how do you feel about the music business now in general right now In comparison to before when you first started? Well, there's much more respect, they respect it as, as an art form now How, what were the feelings back then when you first started? Nigga music" I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas Murderous material made by a madman I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas Murderous material made by a madman Let's cop acres, I do this for thinkers, salute to Sacha Jenkins And door knocker fly ladies, Gucci link gangsters And rappers that use one producer You know that Metro Boomin and Future, we still don't trust you Didn't start it but I boosted it, figured I'd bring it back since Multiple hit makers on one album, I introduced it In fact, everything in my head made bread I made hip-hop and symphony shows start to spread But still nothin' is sweet, you can tell by just bumpin' this beat Still Nasty since '91, nothin' competes Before Snoop, before Wu, before Big There was this young kid with small dreads from the Bridge It's-it's-it's Nas, Preem, how many times I gotta tell 'em? I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em? Murderous material made by a madman It be tradition, hate they wishin' on me They try to switch the story So they don't look like a bitch in the story It's my life, not a third party witness' story Some heard somebody heard something different, distorted version of the truth It's murder in the booth Word to Lorenzo-Irv, the Benz swerve (Err) Got ink on the sheets, the wings from an angel swings What's beef? Rest in peace Stack and Chinx, Queens Flyest ever, Russia diamonds in Italian sweaters Indian gold with the highest of bettors The winner's circle, I remember the win was respected And we championed for those who had came and collected For my G's with that money cologne, bring honeys home I made smashes with Poke and Tone They used to harass me, "When you gon' get up with Preemo and Zone?" Almost thirty years, people won't leave us alone And I'm grateful, middle fingers up to the hateful I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas Preem, how many times we gotta tell em? Murderous material made by a madman Follow the leader like E and R, let's get em I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em? Murderous material made by a madman