Lyrics Nas – Michael, Quincy

Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
N-N-N-N-Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum devirignized
While the music is—
Hahaha

Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Ties)

Streets was an office, we didn't need a shirt and tie (Tie)
In my AMI, weather like the version Niles (Niles)
I ain't got no jewеlry on, 'cause I'm made of ice (Icе)
Element surprise, move with the passion of Christ (Christ)
To Porto Fino, sittin' high in the cliff
From a younger dude with a crew and we was workin' the shift
Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced
They never been scared to doubt, while stayin' karma to twist
I creeped in a jean jacket, headband and Nikes
I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rolled my bike
And I was lookin' at these people, thinkin' they just might
Make me come out my cool character, break through the smooth barriers
Go crazy, CeeLo Green, Niles Barkley
Before I even pull to the spot, they try to park me
I'm used to dark seas, that's why I spark green
Why pour wine? They don't stock these, I gotta order mine
Malcolm X departed at the Orderbau
Seen so many slaughtered up, numb, never mortified
All-black Audemar, you claim yours was one of one
We timepiece monsters, every season, we be on the hunt
Jeepers, creepers, America's a baby that's teethin'
Shittin' on itself, cryin' for it's next feedin'
As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet
Gang members got nothin' on these congressmen
Plus Ray Liota and James Condad
Iconic actors, who were a dipshit for these mob guys
We easin' on down the road for the third win
Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the world win
Like young Quincy Jones, stuck outside the club
'Til Ray Charles snuck him in, ought to be young again
But right now, it's like I got the power of a hundred men
Nas'll hit like Michael and Quincey on the run again (Run again)

Eardrums devirginized from the words of mine (Mine)
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas (Nas)
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties (Certain ties)

I'm activated, my hammer, it spark flames
Aviator frames, bandages, lambin', this a stage
From a stretcher, I wave
Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'll still be honorary
Like Quincey on the trumpet, Hit-Boy on the drum kit
Nasty like Michael, on the vocals, I overdub it (Come on)
Bouncin' off the wall, always startin' somethin'
Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets (Big budgets)

Lyrics rating:
92%