Disciple Lyrics

The song Disciple is performed by Nas in the album named Street's Disciple in the year 2004 .



Two-thousand-four, yeah
L, whattup? Prophesy
It's prophesy, baby

Disciple, disciple
(What?)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
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(Street)

Disciple
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Disciple
(Let's go)

Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime the city's mine
Nas is like love undyin', money's my bitch
In thugz mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit

Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camel back-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles
Money, jewelry want me to come get me
Hit me but don't miss me, you history

Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee
Italian Dons from Sicily kiss me
This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga
This ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty

Pain, power, pus*y and pistols
Lyrically no one hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though

My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas, do not look back"
Watch where you took rap, no book bags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
What the f**k is that freestyle?

Disciple, disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
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Disciple
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Disciple
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Disciple
(Esco)

Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters

Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through somethin' real
Get a smack in your face 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Bust shells, destroy yet tryna prevent violence
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it

Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence
Terror see me, Gold Hummers, Lamborghini's
Man who stole the summer

Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement
Fo-fo Maggie body parts in my man's Maserati car
Then party hard in Madagascar

While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded
I'm pa*s that gloves on, where the mask at?
Too many love songs all the thugs gone
What happened? Where's the pa*sion?

Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan, preachin' blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias word to the 'Braveheart'
Written on my bare chest, the realest, here it is

Disciple, disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
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Disciple
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Disciple
(Esco)



Nas - Street's Disciple

Nov 2004

  1. A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People
  2. Nazareth Savage
  3. American Way
  4. These Are Our Heroes
  5. Disciple
  6. Sekou Story
  7. Live Now
  8. Rest Of My Life
  9. Just A Moment
  10. Reason
  11. You Know My Style
  12. Suicide Bounce
  13. Streets Disciple
  14. U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography Of Rakim)
  15. Virgo
  16. Remember The Times (Intro)
  17. The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch
  18. Getting Married
  19. No One Else In The Room
  20. Bridging The Gap
  21. War
  22. Me & You (Dedicated To Destiny)
  23. Thief's Theme
  24. Intro

Disciple