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Intro: Nas
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Large Pro., Nas. Traveling through your mind one time. Get bliss to this.
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Verse One: Nas
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The greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught
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niggaz running outta court like "what the fuck they thought?"
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It made me somber, my mans I just can't picture being locked up
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they used to being mad fly
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850 I style
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Cherokee, letters read Nas they could never bury me
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but kill me, my nigga you free
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Truly, reppin' QB
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my life is like a movie
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The credits at the end
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and the film plays again
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The script is every rhyme I ever said
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off the head
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Bloodshot Hennesy eyes
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amphetamine drive
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Without a sound Queens bound
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Paully got a call for war out from 40
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Meeting out in Beach Channel
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with peeps from Hammel
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Blunted niggaz get roasted in they rides
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soak they tongues to Remy
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Heat's in the 5 series high and leery
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when those blue and white cars drive near me
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Avirex, Gore-TeX wet with fly jewelry
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Israelite original insight and lethal
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first Hebrew
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God sent golden Asian phenomenal
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you can't say the name Nas without saying the honorable
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Wealthy, Wall Street read the chronicle
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I fuck big titty chicks
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who sip the Long Island City lix
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Drunk off the Azay (Alize) with Henny mixed
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Mad niggaz is jail like TCB teach me
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everything you see ain't always what it be
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Hardly able to chill night ills feeling slight chills
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finding out that rich nigga got to write wills
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High 'til I die Eldorado red pack the Uz-o
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pretty thug Last Don by Mario Puzo
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Verse Two: Large Professor
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Stages and places that we go through
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in a lifetime, maybe more than a few
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'Cuz one day you're A and the next you may
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have a brand new topic and see a new way
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Like history, while it's repeating
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I'm beating
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The drum on a dumb
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and blurry don't worry
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The least bit
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about shit when the weak split
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The raw brain remains
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long range
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This is possible I know and charge like a rhino
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bro, I gotta let this music go
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For the maestro
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crimes y'all heist those
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Season a bass line
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and mind of a Bandog shrine
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In hell, can't tell
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all the times I fell
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But can
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tell the thing called man I stand
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In the eyes of the father tasteful like guava
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unravel and break down a tec and solve a
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Problem, in no time you'll lose your mind
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tryin' to calculate the rate of the Large's incline
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Out of nowhere, I go where few can go
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on the strength I be rising on tunes and flow
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With the fox that we sell them
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words when I weld them
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Connect for the perfect brew
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how you?
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One Plus One
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Large Professor |