Nas — 91 Freestyle

Yo, this is Nas, the rebel to America I load the clips 'til my lips are crass, cracked Like a vet buggin' out from flashbacks My raps, I shoot at your skull and leave ya sprung I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns Paragraph wizard makin' mics malfunction I blow the fuse with the style I choose Science is dropped, my raps are toxic My voice-box locks and excels like a rocket Nas assassinates the Pope with a scope I mutilate mics 'til my voice-box is broke Try to battle me and gasp for breath Words I speak is a step beyond death A rappin' Charles Manson, I'm just that odd I'm so strong, long enough to box with God I throw a pitch at your brain so try and catch it My thought are bugged My brains should be put in a straitjacket I'm nastier than cannibalism I'm as sharp as a shank in prison, thoughts abrupt, risen My rap is a ritual of Satan Though I'm not demonic, my voice is electronic My brain is deranged In a metamorphic change, my sound waves are strange Many say that I'm propelled to Hell But I met the Devil and wrecked his brain cell Police murderer, I love to kill a black cop Nasty Nas is as deadly as a crack spot And smoke a mic like a fiend I use a TEC 9 like I was ??????? I go on till the break of dawn Breakin' raps in half, my word is bond It's like that and, uh, I go on and on Akinyele, rock the mic till the mic is torn