Nas — Dont Body Ya Self MC Burial

[Intro] Hope y'all make it through the storm You know what, though? I love the rain, man Love the rain A lot of you cats is runnin' your mouths (heheheh) You're runnin' your mouths crazy Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know? Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man We don't want that, at least you don't Be easy, man Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world But y'all niggas better take it slow Don't body ya self Don't body ya self Yeah, don't body ya self, nigga Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Everybody get low, niggas Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition Touch my dough, I'm lettin' .40 cals blow, nigga Not cows with four legs But cals with more lead That add up more dead It's on nigga, I'ma bury 'em Niggas don't want beef, they vegetarian Scared of pussy, you climbed out a caesarean (woo!) I push ya grown ass back in your mother's womb You need 9 more months Your crew's 9 more punks You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up If I sign y'all, I'm on dust Yeah we from the same hood, but nigga, what? When y'all was tryna rap, y'all was makin' me proud, man Now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin' your mouth, man? Why don't you be a real man? Say you need a lil' help And I might help your ass off the shelf But no, you're bein' disrespectful Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you Stand down, the king is home Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones [Break] Wow Don't body ya self, crazy Take it slow, man Slow down, woah (yeah) Take it slow, motherfucker, don't body ya self Lis—listen (Take it slow, man) Just listen, hahaha Don't body ya self Listen Slow down, homie Slow down Y'all gotta take it slow [Verse 2] I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and The Fockers With Martin Scorsese after Gangs of New York had rocked us Back together with the master plan The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man I'm in the streets like old graffiti I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy Whether broke or rich, my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you MCs, B Y'all beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of a Ouija Of course I'm the king, get my shine on Then I blind y'all 'cause they call me The Lord of the Rings (It's nothin') Pinky heavy man, big stones in the wedding band Smell the brimstone, back from Hell again Next verse gets worse, from God's son to Devil sent [Break] Y'all need to take it slow Don't body ya self Yeah Motherfuckers, act like ya know ('05) Motherfuckers, better take it slow Don't body ya self (Hahaha) [Verse 3] They say Jada defeated him Joe too street for him What's next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him Y'all awaiting a MC burial This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law Will surely live, declares the sovereign Lord And you are none of the above So you a sucka for death, if I'm a sucka for love And y'all wanna know why I ain't gotta answer niggas? 'Cause I truly understand these niggas Scared of me, so they talk about family members Like I can't point out your grandma to niggas Damn, you was my man like crew, dog Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog The Q is the borough of true Dons Any disrespect, nigga, we choose arms Will it be Gilmore or Crowe's? Nigga act like ya know [Outro] Yeah Y'all better take it slow Motherfuckers, act like ya know Mess around and body ya self, man Don't body ya self