Biografia:
Nas, nome artístico de Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones, (Nova Iorque, 14 de setembro de 1973) é um rapper norte-americano.
Filho do músico de jazz Olu Dara, Nas é bem conhecido pelo álbum Illmatic de 1994, que muitos consideram um dos melhores álbums de hip-hop de todos os tempos. Este álbum estabeleceu a Nas um hip-hop no estilo poético, elevado no notório Queensbridge em Nova York.
Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones lançou pela Columbia Records o seu primeiro álbum, o magnífico Illmatic.
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Outras músicas:
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[Intro]
Am G
Yeah, check check, testing
F Em
It's clear out there, yeah
Am G F Em
It's like I'm hang glidin' over the hood, ha
Am G F Em
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
Am
Check, let there be light
G
No gang bangin' in New York tonight
F
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life
Em
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listenin' right
Am
What's all this talk that Nas got bought?
G
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
F
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
Em
This is all overseen by my man Will
[Hook]
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em
Oh, let there be light!
[Verse 2]
Am
This ain't to glorify, just painting a street picture
G
There's no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers
F
Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen
Em
Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff, and
Am
It's like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned
G
They don't want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin
F
If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises
Em
And bring back the niggas who was livest
Am
Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days
G
They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage
F
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
Em
They used to love us till we found our own way through the maze
Am
New York, set trippin' and flaggin'
G
Got the West Coast laughin', now Esco's askin', "What happened?"
F
My homegirl from upper Manhattan
Em
She remembers the quarters that's Latin, a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin'
[Hook]
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em
Oh, let there be light!
[Verse 3]
Am
The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer
G
Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror
F Em
Deman I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive somethin' red
Like that horse standing on it's hind legs
Am
Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds
G
I wanted bread like Wonder
Not Ned the Wino like the parents of Lionel
F
Nas is the Ghetto American Idol
Em
No matter what you do you're never getting my title
Am
I can't sound smart, 'cause y'all will run away
G
They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about yay
F
Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler
Em
Cake getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, I beg to differ
Am
When you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation
G
Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation
F
Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame
Em
Only then I let you pick my brain, niggas
[Bridge]
Am G
[And I] Right about now [And I] (They don't really know)
F
[And I] (They don't really see)
I don't even deal with all that garbage
Em
(No, no, no) We getting real right, you know?
Am
[And I] (Though I walk through the valley)
That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen
G F
[And I] (They should fear no) [And I] (no, no-oh)
Em
Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright
[Hook]
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em
Oh, let there be light!
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em Am
Oh, let there be light!
[Outro]
G F Em
Oh let it be, let it be, yeah
Am G F Em
Let it be, let it be
Am G
Yeah, check check, testing
F Em
It's clear out there, yeah
Am G F Em
It's like I'm hang glidin' over the hood, ha
Am G F Em
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
Am
Check, let there be light
G
No gang bangin' in New York tonight
F
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life
Em
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listenin' right
Am
What's all this talk that Nas got bought?
G
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
F
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
Em
This is all overseen by my man Will
[Hook]
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em
Oh, let there be light!
[Verse 2]
Am
This ain't to glorify, just painting a street picture
G
There's no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers
F
Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen
Em
Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff, and
Am
It's like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned
G
They don't want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin
F
If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises
Em
And bring back the niggas who was livest
Am
Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days
G
They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage
F
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
Em
They used to love us till we found our own way through the maze
Am
New York, set trippin' and flaggin'
G
Got the West Coast laughin', now Esco's askin', "What happened?"
F
My homegirl from upper Manhattan
Em
She remembers the quarters that's Latin, a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin'
[Hook]
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em
Oh, let there be light!
[Verse 3]
Am
The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer
G
Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror
F Em
Deman I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive somethin' red
Like that horse standing on it's hind legs
Am
Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds
G
I wanted bread like Wonder
Not Ned the Wino like the parents of Lionel
F
Nas is the Ghetto American Idol
Em
No matter what you do you're never getting my title
Am
I can't sound smart, 'cause y'all will run away
G
They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about yay
F
Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler
Em
Cake getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, I beg to differ
Am
When you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation
G
Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation
F
Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame
Em
Only then I let you pick my brain, niggas
[Bridge]
Am G
[And I] Right about now [And I] (They don't really know)
F
[And I] (They don't really see)
I don't even deal with all that garbage
Em
(No, no, no) We getting real right, you know?
Am
[And I] (Though I walk through the valley)
That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen
G F
[And I] (They should fear no) [And I] (no, no-oh)
Em
Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright
[Hook]
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em
Oh, let there be light!
Am
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I know that I ain't got much time left
F
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Em
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
Am
And I know my business, so my sins great
G
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
F
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Em Am
Oh, let there be light!
[Outro]
G F Em
Oh let it be, let it be, yeah
Am G F Em
Let it be, let it be
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