AZ -
Biz Markie, peace, how you?
Yea, yea, check it out
I see today's mathematics as being understanding, you know?
Understanding is having the ability to see things clearly
For what they are not what they present theyself to be
It completes the cipher, youknowwhatI'msaying?
It's also about to the black child which is the best part
Ayo, son, represent
Nas -
Now I'm the average nigga in the street life God,
I try to beat trife art, drive my elite through the night fog and park,
It's Buddha 'til we spark, it's consistent
The beast smells the el because it travels long distance
Cruising in his Chrysler, perusing niggas in my cipher
Thoughts wilding like insane asylum on Rikers Island
Verbal assassin, I murder freestyling
One two for the gun crew, three drinking Cristal and
I play the side 'cause the words of man kill
Proverbs, buck out my grill, real as I'll Will, keep still
Nobody move nobody die, why must be I high?
Busting in trife bitches, touching mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Dom like Perignon
Females love the guns I be wearing
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my sentences
I pull demanding, that's understanding
Biz Markie (Scratched x4)-
With a little love and understanding
Nas-
850 Tempo but rugged like a Pinto
Chop shop hip-hop, burning block intro
High priests release voodoo, d
Biz Markie, peace, how you?
Yea, yea, check it out
I see today's mathematics as being understanding, you know?
Understanding is having the ability to see things clearly
For what they are not what they present theyself to be
It completes the cipher, youknowwhatI'msaying?
It's also about to the black child which is the best part
Ayo, son, represent
Nas -
Now I'm the average nigga in the street life God,
I try to beat trife art, drive my elite through the night fog and park,
It's Buddha 'til we spark, it's consistent
The beast smells the el because it travels long distance
Cruising in his Chrysler, perusing niggas in my cipher
Thoughts wilding like insane asylum on Rikers Island
Verbal assassin, I murder freestyling
One two for the gun crew, three drinking Cristal and
I play the side 'cause the words of man kill
Proverbs, buck out my grill, real as I'll Will, keep still
Nobody move nobody die, why must be I high?
Busting in trife bitches, touching mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Dom like Perignon
Females love the guns I be wearing
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my sentences
I pull demanding, that's understanding
Biz Markie (Scratched x4)-
With a little love and understanding
Nas-
850 Tempo but rugged like a Pinto
Chop shop hip-hop, burning block intro
High priests release voodoo, d