Lyrik von Nas Carry On Tradition,Komponist:N.JONES, S.STORCH,Schriftsteller:N.JONES, S.STORCH
Sänger : Nas
Schriftsteller : N.JONES, S.STORCH
Komponist : N.JONES, S.STORCH
Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap shitNiggaz want to talk about this moneyAbout these cars, these homes, these labelsClothes, sneakers, big money shitNow everybody tryin' to get richNow get rich niggaz, fuck it Some rap pioneers, be them crackheadsWhen they speak, you see missin' teethSilver chain with a silver pieceNiggaz your grandfather's ageThey pants still hangin' down they legs talkin' about they ain't paidAnd they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay duesAnd *edited* *edited* was stealin' and robbin' themI feel it's a problem we gotta resolveHip-Hop been dead, we the reason it diedWasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lostIt's because we can't see ourselves as the bossDeep-rooted through slavery, self-hatredThe Jewish stick together, friends in high placesWe on some low level shitWe don't want niggaz to ever winSee, everybody got a labelEverybody's a rapper but few flow fatalIt's fucked up, it all started from two turntables When they crown you - and you rise up to your position(Carry OnTradition)When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don'tpetition(Carry On Tradition)When you rep what we repThen(Carry On Tradition) Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwardsWit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madnessI got an exam, let's see if y'all pass itLet's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastestSome of you new rappers, I don't understand your codeYou have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episodeDo anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hateAgainst bosses; hungry fucks are moralessYou should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalistsNiggaz, I coulda wrote your shit; I had off-time, was bored wit thisI coulda made my double-LP, just by samplin' different parts of NautilusStill came five on the charts with zero audienceThe lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shitY'all got awards for your bricks - it got good to yaYou started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits?! WHAT? When they crown you - and you rise up to your position(Carry OnTradition)When