Nas — Nas Will Prevail

[Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail The mic comes in contact with the third rail My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac With this, see, I'm a brainiac I'll call you tattoo, you never come off I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss A modern Shakespeare—reincarnated Brains are elevated, I'm bein' R rated This style is terror, drastic Meltin' the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not 'Cause I be packin' like a Rasta in a weed spot Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip, verbally illin' Minds manipulated, my raps are nickel-plated I execute rap like I'm swingin' an axe around This is a mic shut down Notify the President that I'm bombin' your residence And I'm leavin' no evidence Voice box yells, lyrics'll excel Rappers gettin' smoked, you can smell the hot shells Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized You might as well be a singer but ain't harmin' Nas/harmonized Here's the break, I'mma translate lyrics so well I excel, it ain't hard to tell [Hook] It ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers Lyrics'll explode, my brain overloads Gimme a Grammy, competition is dead just like Sammy I leave minds magnetized like slaves Your style is old fashioned like waves Holdin' a pistol at a pastor, pullin' the trigger faster Tell him I was sent by his Master But that topic's too deep for your ear Here's the science you can comprehend clear Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder I'll know your whole card just like a palm reader Non-stop, I'm bustin' heads like the FEDs, baby pops This is not the Kindergarten Cop Put on your blindfold, I'mma release and stand tall I detonate bombs at the Policeman's Ball This is art from the heart I leave 'em marked for death in each breath In this game, I'm the ref Already I'm ill, but I can only get better With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta I master dialects of uncommon languages A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm a genocide to rappers Battlin' Nas is dead when my brain reacts You might as well have fell asleep on a train track This ain't the same track that you're used to This is rhythmatic, automatic, try it, you oughta have it Slaughter your tape recorder, givin' thanks to my supporters And keep flowin' like water No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail Ayo, it ain't hard to tell [Hook] It ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] Check it I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect I'm gonna win 'cause you slept On Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn False rappers, you need to write your own song Metaphors are murder, man, hittin' like Roberto Duran Hold the mic in my hand, my life span Imitators will sweat me like gym class Your raps are fat, shit, then I'll be Slim Fast New rap recruits—I salute then delete 'em Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em Nas is a terrorist, analyst Swingin' my fists like a nigga breakin', possessed by Satan You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow Brothers is gettin' shipped out like I was Castro I can eat your flavor, but I'm not a candy lover I use a Lethal Weapon, just like Danny Glover I execute monologues, sabotage entourage Mutilate mics like a maniac at large I talk with slang, and use my brain Generate pain, penetrate your vein Move like a maniac, Nas is nice, son Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson No competition, 'cause I cause wonders Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers A motor mouth killer, rhyme-writin' thriller Hold a Mac-11, and attack a reverend Don't sleep 'cause you might not wake I speak deep, dialects I translate Me and friends commit sins on the regular Murder my competitors, and et cetera Nas is a gypsy, Egyptian Flippin' the script and microphone manufacturers are victims My voice makes your ear drums swell It ain't hard to tell