Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Second Coming , by - Nas. Song from the album Best of Nas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.04.2020
Record label: Truelements
Song language: English
The Second Coming |
| Third grade, singin Star Spangled Banner |
| Using proper manners, learned to handle anger |
| Animal behavior |
| Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on |
| Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song |
| Socks long to my knees |
| Summer breeze runnin through the leaves |
| Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad? |
| Can I hang wit my little gang out? |
| Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out |
| Come upstairs, run up stairs |
| Take a bath, shit stained underwears |
| Wipe yourself wit paper |
| Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30 |
| Wash my plate, ate dinner up late |
| Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball |
| Was my future for this young one |
| Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from |
| Later shootin guns fantasizing |
| Fascinated by gold rope chains |
| Looking back at my hood days but things ain’t change |
| *all Nas samples* 2x |
| «Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America» |
| «Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure» |
| «It's like that, you know it’s like that» |
| «Nas-Nas'll catch wreck», «You got the mad fat fluid» |
| Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes |
| Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two’s, boss of wild crews |
| Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats |
| Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes |
| They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood |
| They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood |
| They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm |
| Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn’t won |
| E’ry Christmas they was Santa Claus |
| Nixon was the anti-christ |
| Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white |
| Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream |
| Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean |
| Babies is born, big families started to blossom |
| Mad people just applied for apartments and got em |
| Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers |
| From tommy guns to mac 10's |
| QB’s new born killers (shit is changed) |
| Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed |
| Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab |
| Fiends lurkin, D’s searchin, pat pockets |
| Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin |
| Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status |
| Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin |
| I remember park jams |
| Gazelles, perfect wave shell |
| Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze |
| Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare |
| Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air |
| Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch |
| Ain’t nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz |
| What project is this? |
| QB, Vernon and Tenth |
| 12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell’s heat |
| What could you tell me, nigga’s seen it all in this game |
| When it’s all said and done, just remember my name |