One Plus One

Lyrics

[Intro: Nas] Large Pro, Nas Travelin' through the mind, one time Yeah, get blitzed to this [Verse 1: Nas] The greatest lesson ever learnt has yet to be taught Niggas runnin' outta court like, "What the fuck they thought?" It made me sob up, my mans, I just can't picture bein' locked up They used to bein' mad fly, 850i style Cherokee Letters read: "Nas, they could never bury me" But through me, my nigga, you free Truly reppin' QB, my life is like a movie The credits at the end and the film plays again The script is every rhyme I ever said off the gin Bloodshot Hennessy eyes, Infiniti drives Without a sound, Queens bound Pauly got a call from Walt from 40 Meetin' out in Beach Channel with peeps from Hammels Blunted niggas get roasted in they rides Soak they tongues in Remy Heat's in the 5-Series, high and leery When them blue and white cars drive near me Avirex Gore-Tex wet with fly jewelry Israelite, original insight, and lethal, first Hebrew God-sent golden Asian, phenomenal You can't say the name Nas without sayin' "The Honorable" Wealthy, Wall Street, read the chronicles I fuck big titty chicks, who 'tic the Long Island City licks Drunk off the A-zé with Henny mix Mad niggas is jeal' like TCB, teachin' me Everythin' you see ain't always what it be Hardly able to chill, night ills, feelin' slight chills Findin' out that rich niggas have to write wills High 'til I die, Eldorado red, pack the Uz-o Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo [Bridge: Nas & (Large Professor)] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-laaaah (Yeah, yeah, ah-huh, ah-huh) La-la-laaaaah, la-laaah, la-laaaaaah [Verse 2: Large Professor] The stages and phases that we go through In a lifetime may be more than a few 'Cause one day, you're "A", and the next, you may Have a brand new topic, and see a new way Like history, while it's repeatin' I'm beatin' the drum on the dumb and blurry Don't worry the least bit about shit When the weak split, the raw brain remain long reign This is possible, I know and charge like a rhino, bro I gotta let this music go For the maestro climbs higher heights, though Season a bassline, in mind of a big dark shrine in Hell Can't tell all the times I fell But can tell the thing called Man, I stand In the eyes of the Father, tasteful like guava Unravel and break down a tech' and solve a Problem in no time, you'll lose your mind Tryna calculate the rate of the Large incline Outta nowhere, I go where few can go On the strength, I be risin' on tunes and flow With the flock, very seldom Words when I weld 'em Connect for the perfect brew, I.U