Nas — Foul Breeze

[Verse 1] Amazin', man, got a letter from a Asian fan He asked, "Was I black, was I gon' play Japan soon?" Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower, got dressed Old school, powdered my neck I give, but I'm selfish Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis Well, it's the pubic part, excuse me, y'all I think that I became musical Way before rap, I did wanna be the tap dance kid On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now FYI - for your info Insects splattered on the bike window Had a innuendo Just last night, don't know where it came from Guess it's from a past life Am I charismatic enough? Does my charm reach people that could make a change? If I shoot with straight aim at the positive target And swooed 'em to make a deposit into my account Would that be progress? I doubt [Chorus] Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me I just can't figure it out Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me And now I'm frustrated, 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard On somethin' that's just too plain to see [Verse 2] Savoir faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear About to have a monstrous year Livest spot, yeah, err' night, deep Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth C'est la vie, I'm engaged But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me And they wrist is froze, like toes on bodies in the morgue That was put there by the squad Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq', tell the DJ, spin it back {*Beat reverses*} Yeah, somethin' like that Uh, it go savoir-faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear I'm about to have a monstrous year Livest spots, err' night we deep Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth C'est la vie, I'm engaged But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me The wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue They were all put there by the squad Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track Like Arthur Ash on the tennis racq', tell the..., nah Everythin' I be in Creme de la creme, from the linen to the gold front rim Cold stuntin' Take a look around, what you found? Like Masta Ace, tell me the world's a faster place High school students will slash your face In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin' Computer rage is real Get excited when I'm walkin' 'Cause I'm used to dark shades and a limousine tint Business managers scare me half to death When they tell me every month what is co-being spent [Chorus] Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me I just can't figure it out Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard On somethin' that's just too plain to see [Verse 3] I don't like when my girl try to pull a MC Lyte Jumped out the whip, through the train, leave me like D Nice They say we used to resemble each other Both last name Jones so we must be brothers My yearly salary suffers 'Cause I hate work, no play, Mick Jag' lane And I rock parts in my hair that are hotter than yours Horizontal lines, designs your barber can't draw Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors Entourage, security galore When was the last time you rolled by yourself, superstar? Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart I'm awakened by my own screams Lucifer masturbated in my dreams It means somebody's gonna get fucked in the worst way And none of y'all hoes is touchin' my wordplay Janitors and men with eighty mill both feel the same grief The men at work, blue collars of the old men Shinin' shoes with shoe polish go through the same dramas They wish for a better tomorrow I thought only five percenters are conspiracy theorists Thinkin' what the New World Order thing is But everybody does The fear of the planet is contaminatin everybody's blood Triliteral, Democratic parties Anglo-American military alliance Studied at Oxford, scholars, they watchin' NASDAQ, Dow Jones, got the world stocks in a shamble Procter and Gamble Toxins demand you understand who plans to jam you Some random thoughts by the candlelight in Paris As I struggle to be savvy [Chorus] Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me I just can't figure it out Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard On somethin' that's just too plain to see