Nas — Where Are They Now 80s Remix

[Intro: Nas & Bobby Byrd] Get involved! Get involved! Get involved! Get involved! Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop's still dead 1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here I asked where they are, here they are [Verse 1: MC Shan & Nas] Hip Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!) Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core Diamonds are a girl's best friend and delay gladiators Matter fact, you blow more steam than hot radiators Some niggas is ghost written but I ain't hatin' (80's!) 'Cause I still spit fire like the Son of Satan Shan motherfucker and I'm Queensbridge bred Check Myspace (Queens!) Forever will they bare my face [Verse 2: Raheem from The Furious Five & Nas] Who said lightning can't strike in the same place twice Trailblaze the game, made for life stayed nice Yeah you made the Top 50, don't mention my name (Here they are!) I had you open before crack, cocaine grow-in Before The Fever, before Missy's first Misdemeanor Before Run's, first pair of Adidas, got heaters And I pop pop, pop, pop, heaters Stop dealers, on my block was the first hot wheeler [Verse 3: Doctor Ice from UTFO & Nas] You never knew (the 80's y'all!) something so butter could come from the gutter I'm Doctor Ice the diamond cut cutter Like Jacob's the Jeweler and Rick is The Ruler (UTFO!) Boogie Down Kris is the teacher, but Doc's gonna school ya Y'all 'bout y'all sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefers We got our, eight tracks and speakers, our loops and our reefers My work is, never in vain, born to exert So even when I'm buried, I'm still the diamond in the dirt, let's work [Verse 4: Kangol from UTFO & Nas] (Go Kangol!!) Yeah what's up fam? My chick for twenty years tried to cut your man She tried to take the house, the kids, the pots and pans I'm on to project Plan B, nigga fuck Roxanne! (Get focused y'all!) Tried to take the pot I piss in, now the chick outta my system The whooped niggas need to listen, listen, listen, listen Cock aim fire don't you miss 'em, miss 'em, miss 'em And every chance you get you diss 'em, diss 'em, diss 'em, diss 'em [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they now, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) (Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette player, tape in the radio y'all! Now, this is the right time) (Where are they now?) (Your man Nas, I asked y'all where they at? The pioneers I got love for them man that's why I'm doin this) (I got love for them man, so here they are two thousand and seven, yeah) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they now?) [Verse 5: Kool Moe Dee & Nas] Where am I? On high with a pen Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all) You call him God's Son, I call him God sent First the God sent me, then the God Rakim How can Nas not win when the God sent him To resurrect true rhyme God kingdom Say Amen when you see me 'Cause when you pray I'm him then you believe me [Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky Four +1 & Nas] Yeah! Sha ready to rise, ready to blaze somethin' Mother of the mic so I'm here to claim somethin' I got the munchies for the vultures that crushed the culture Yo Nas brought us back on this track so bring it back (They don't stop y'all!) From dusk to dawn I grip the mic on my palm I bring the love so you can get it on Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop For realla, come harder than some of you niggas [Verse 7: Tito from Fearless Four & Nas] You cats is foul frontin' like you hard as a rock When these brothers were the buildin' blocks That made you turn up the box Doug E. Fresh and The Get Fresh Crew, To Markie D and Cool Rock (Know your history y'all!) Rest in peace to the Human Beat Box (Know your history!) Like when I first heard Jay, Darryl and Joe, saw a UTFO I knew right then and there I wanna blow There needs to be a museum where everybody could see 'em Said everybody chasin' per diem, a little respect [Verse 8: Grandmaster Caz from The Cold Crush Brothers] You got another thing comin' if you think me and my man ain't sluggin' Got more gold than Mr. Drummond summoning Come in the Terrordome, niggas are ever blown That's why you get no ends, but just in case You got a death wish, or a flare for the dramatic There's some static in the attic, now go get it lookin' at it I'm Illmatic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at it I was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision, Caz! [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they now, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) (Grandmaster Caz, y'all know what this is do y'all know what this means!) (The fact, that each brother got on this track, the fact, that each sister got on this track) (Where are they now?) (To rap, took time out of there schedule, when y'all ain't even got no love) (But they still givin y'all love, that's hip hop y'all) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they now?) (Give it up to the OG's the original gangstas of Rap, yeah) [Verse 9: Linque AKA Isis from X-Clan & Professor Twins] Nas you had to ask Linque, where you been? Rippin on the mics with the devilish grin Sort of like a tack cause I stay under they skin Cause when I open up my mouth I blow them chicks to the wind Don't get besides yourself like you Siamese twins [Professor X:] ("This is protected!") Still got the pen to make the ?message of sin? ("By the red, the black") You bring it back I do it over again ("and the green") Exposin those who pretend, stay on my grind 'til the end [Verse 10: Dana Dane & Nas] First there was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!) Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-day Moms moved and born that big day, dad hit the freeway My young life was screenplay, better yet a cliché (I can't believe it!) To rap in the eight-tay, no lenses in the east-say? They say we were a fad, but fad don’t last decades We played by the D-Day, everyday Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E - hip hop, my D-N-A [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee & Nas] C'mon! Well I'm the "whatcha-say-why?" The "whatcha-say-who?" [?] with that same crew First name Pebblee, last name Poo (Oh!) Gina Parks? says a [?] I'm a leader, theiver, greeter Last mark the game like Run and them Adidas (Do the history ya'll!) I'm a real estate investor but, I still blessed her Microphone teacher outta Alpha Four ?"Beavers? Hold on I get deeper, dope b-boy speaker Practice what I preach-a, DAMN I'm a keepr, huh [Verse 12: Just Ice & Nas] Touch the mic and make it stand up [RAW!] Lyrics are legendary status so get ya hands up Clap to the freestyle (Just Ice!) dance, but in the meanwhile Cool calm collected, smooth that's how I get down Then at the stage, hold 'em up like a twelve gauge Page after page, all you see is a pure rage! So pass the gat, grab ?taps? for the beat Just Ice signing off [Whaaat?!] Yo, I'm out y'all, peace! [Outro: Nas] Yo, that's incredible, man, play that again!