Nas – You’re Da Man

Download another mp3 audio song by Nas and this amazing music is titled “You’re Da Man”.

Actually this wonderful track is popped out of his Rap Which is released in 18 December 2001 With the name “Stillmatic”.

 

Listen up below!.

 

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[Produced by Large Professor]

 

[Verse 1]

Uh uh, yo

They plan was to knock me out the top of the game

But I overstand they truth is all lame

I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame

Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name

Nas – too real, Nas – true king

It’s however you feel, go ‘head, you swing

Your arms too short to box with God

I don’t kill soloists, only kill squads

Fame went to they head, so now it’s “Fuck Nas”

Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys

I seen it coming

Soon as I popped my first bottle

I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do

Came in with my style, so I fathered you

I kept changing on the world since “… Barbeque”

Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with

Fuck bitches I hit, it’s funny I once said

If I, ever make a record, I take a cheque

And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit

But look at me now, ten years deep

Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep

I never asked to be top of rap’s elite

Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets

But look at me now

 

[Chorus: Sugar Man sample]

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

 

[Verse 2]

Now wait a sec’, give me time to explain, women and fast cars

And diamond rings can poison a rap star

Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky

Wish I could flap wings and fly away

To where black kings in Ghana stay

So I could get old, my flesh rot away

But that’ll be the day when it’s peace

When my gat don’t need to spray

When these streets are safe to play

Sex with death, indulge in these women

Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire

Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina

Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds

I beg for God’s help, why they love hurting me?

I’m your disciple, a thug certainly

I’m the N, the A to the S-I-R

If I wasn’t, I must’ve been Escobar

.45 in my waist, staring at my reflection

In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion

When everything around me got cloudy

The chair became a king’s throne, my destiny found me

It was clear why the struggle was so painful

Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to

And God, I’m so thankful

 

[Chorus: Sugar Man sample]

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man

You’re the man, you’re the man