Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Are You, artist - Nas. Album song The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Who Are You |
| If all I saw was gangsters coming up as a youngster |
| Pussy and money the only language I clung to |
| Claim to, I mold myself up to become one |
| Ain’t ya happy I chose rap? |
| I’m a monster |
| Streets deceiving, can’t believe my achievements |
| Cultural strata, persona’s that of a non-needer |
| Cause I don’t need nada 'cept for Prada beaver |
| For cold winters, tattoos got my summer sleeveless |
| To my G’s on the flee from the coppers |
| Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors |
| From the slums I come up, a phoenix caked up |
| Trying to take what I’m eating came up |
| A dismissive kid |
| You lucky if you allowed to witness this |
| Savvy, mild, wild hardly |
| A man’s man, who would’ve knew the beach houses and wild parties |
| Jezebels and Stella McCartneys |
| For years, all that, how can I not be dead? |
| This old German said I was a thug with a knotty head |
| Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled |
| With a face like he wonder where I got my bread |
| Probably all these stones he see, from my shows overseas |
| From crime to rhyme |
| My story is I’m from the home of the thieves |
| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention |
| Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is |
| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention |
| This is not what you think it is |
| Blessed, the Lord is a G, he gotta be |
| Who’s the God of suckers and snitches? |
| The economy |
| Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro |
| He’d want me to spit this |
| Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness |
| The hypocrisy is all I can see |
| White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea |
| That type of shit make me stop and think |
| We in chronic need of a second look of the law books |
| And the whole race dichotomy |
| Too many rappers athletes and actors |
| But not enough niggas in NASA |
| Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion? |
| But when it comes to residuals, they look past us |
| Woven into the fabric, they can’t stand us |
| Even in white tees, blue jeans and red bandanas |
| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention |
| Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is |
| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention |
| This is not what you think it is |
| America (America, Americaaaaaa |
| This is not what you think it is) |
| Assassinations, diplomatic relations |
| Killed indigenous people built a new nation |
| Involuntary labor, took a knife split a woman naval |
| Took her premature baby, let her man see you rape her |
| If I could travel to the 1700s |
| I’d push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite through your covenant |
| Love to sit on the Senate, and tell the whole government |
| Y’all don’t treat women fair, she read about herself in the Bible |
| Believing she the reason sin is here |
| You played her, with an apron like, «Bring me my dinner dear» |
| She the 'nigga' here, ain’t we in the free world? |
| Death penalty in Texas kill young boys and girls |
| Barbarity, I’m in the double-R casually |
| Bugging how I made it out the hood, dazzle me |
| How far are we really from third world savagery? |
| When the empire fall, imagine how crazy that’ll be |
| America (Americaaaaaa, Americaaaaaa) |
| America (Americaaaaaa |
| This is not what you think it is) |
| America (Americaaaaaa, ohh |
| This is not what you think it is) |
| America |