[Nas] "Pay homage, respect .."
Yeah, one-two..
[Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep"
Uhnnh.. I don't know what you cats was thinking..
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect .."
Musta been crazy..
[Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep"
To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name?
[Verse One]
I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin'
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of p*** 'n
I'm about to have ya whole team wishing
That you never got this s*** started
You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly r*****ed
To let me hear my name mention, try'na gain attention
Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin'
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low
These XFL rappers tryna f*** with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities
You had to be on mad c**e and XTC,
To think for a second, you can stand next to me
Look, don't ever again mention my name in ya freestyles
Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee Miles
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in the ear
So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career
Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burnin'
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
To make sure you +Take It Personal+ like Gang Starr, m************
[Guru] "I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak a** heart"
And that go for any other so called rapcats, in the game
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect"
[Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
[Guru] "Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display"
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect"
Nope.. [Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
Just you wait..
[Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
[Verse Two]
Yo, yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary
And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
Since my last mission this n****'s been a**-kissing
I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, no pot to p*** in? How you dissin'
You group holmes are about to report that you missing
And I don't know who was worse, the track or the verse
I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first
See I couldn't even find one n**** that heard of you
I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you
But I told 'em "Chill", I let 'em know you was my son
And I promise I can pay support to you twenty-one
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas n****, +I Gave You Power+
I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots
I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz
Tell him I say "f*** him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, f*** Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your s*** wasn't so wack, I dissed you to yo' track
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
f*****' with me? You better off trying to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard s*** to follow
And you can't spit n****, so you obviously must swollow, m***********..
Yeah, one-two..
[Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep"
Uhnnh.. I don't know what you cats was thinking..
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect .."
Musta been crazy..
[Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep"
To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name?
[Verse One]
I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin'
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of p*** 'n
I'm about to have ya whole team wishing
That you never got this s*** started
You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly r*****ed
To let me hear my name mention, try'na gain attention
Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin'
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low
These XFL rappers tryna f*** with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities
You had to be on mad c**e and XTC,
To think for a second, you can stand next to me
Look, don't ever again mention my name in ya freestyles
Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee Miles
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in the ear
So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career
Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burnin'
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
To make sure you +Take It Personal+ like Gang Starr, m************
[Guru] "I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak a** heart"
And that go for any other so called rapcats, in the game
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect"
[Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
[Guru] "Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display"
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect"
Nope.. [Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
Just you wait..
[Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
[Verse Two]
Yo, yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary
And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
Since my last mission this n****'s been a**-kissing
I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, no pot to p*** in? How you dissin'
You group holmes are about to report that you missing
And I don't know who was worse, the track or the verse
I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first
See I couldn't even find one n**** that heard of you
I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you
But I told 'em "Chill", I let 'em know you was my son
And I promise I can pay support to you twenty-one
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas n****, +I Gave You Power+
I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots
I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz
Tell him I say "f*** him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, f*** Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your s*** wasn't so wack, I dissed you to yo' track
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
f*****' with me? You better off trying to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard s*** to follow
And you can't spit n****, so you obviously must swollow, m***********..