Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not For Radio, artist - Nas. Album song NASIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Not For Radio |
| Ay yo we ain’t posin' for no pictures in 2018 |
| Candid shit only |
| Scared motherfuckers |
| Black Kemet gods (yeah), black Egyptian gods (let's go) |
| Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard |
| Homie go hard like Stone and Robert in a stolen car |
| Shoot the ballot box, no voter cards, they all are frauds |
| Senegal’s finest, minerals, diamonds |
| The earth is cursed but I survive many climates |
| Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me |
| John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me |
| (You know God sent me here) |
| Fear will make you reveal who you really are |
| Feel me God? |
| Be solid, your foes hold you in ill regard |
| This ain’t knowledge, this is not intense |
| For honored men, women too |
| Us who can see the same thing, but have a different view (let's go) |
| All of a sudden, frontin' niggas knew you from your past |
| Got all kinds of guys sayin' we go way back |
| And who y’all comparing me to is nonsense |
| Show gratitude in the presence of dominance |
| I think they scared of us, yeah |
| I think they scared of us |
| I think they scared of us, yeah |
| I think they scared |
| To Catholics |
| To Catholics, Moors and Masons (motherfuckers!) |
| John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it |
| Abe Lincoln did not free the enslaved |
| Progress was made 'cause we forced the proclamation |
| (Fuck your proclamation!) |
| SWAT was created to stop the Panthers |
| Glocks were created for murder enhancement |
| For hunting men, circumstances |
| Edgar Hoover was black |
| Willie Lynch was a myth, Colombians created crack |
| The government made stacks (welcome to America, niggas!) |
| Reagan had Alzheimer’s, that’s true |
| Fox News was started by a black dude, also true (fuck you too!) |
| Convinced my experiences were meant to be |
| Helps me navigate as they validate they treachery |
| Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable |
| «Am I good?"he ask, thinkin', «But is he testin' you?» |
| (Is he testin' you?) In my hood, fear does a few things |
| Make you pussy, make you a snitch |
| Make irrational moves or even turn you to food |
| I think they’re scared of us, yeah |
| I think they’re scared of us |
| I think they’re scared of us, yeah |
| I think they scared |
| I think they scared of us, yeah |
| I think they scared of us |
| See, we don’t care about what you think about us |
| I think they scared of us, yeah |
| What you say about us |
| I think they scared |
| You bitch ass, yeah |
| Ayo, that’s why they be killing us and shooting us |
| That’s why they feel uncomfortable around us |
| 'Cause of our greatness |
| You’re lucky God made us compassionate |
| And forgiving |
| Pssh, man, they scared of us, Nas |
| We see that bitch in your eyes |