Correction Lyrics Cel/Demi [Nas Is Like (Freestyle)] by DJ Premier

Featuring(s) : Freestyle]

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Let me do that one more time
Aight, go head, go head, go head Yeah
Demi, Uh-huh
Ayo Celis what up n***a? What up?
Told you I was gone make the tape, I know it, I know it (yeah)
Uhh, Yo, Hold hold hold hold, it's coming, it's coming
Uhh, Aight, go now, go now, Yeah

Smoking weed up in my manager's office the smell lingers
But I be still toking and lighting roaches until it burn my fingers
I got some weed in the jar but I be all about that conservation
Mind over matter divine concentration
It make my verses sound like conversations
Subconsciously my conscious translating to a spoken language
English broken ain't it, well еxcuse my f**king French
But we somе n***as in Paris and that don't make no f**king sense
When my n***as in the hood and can't pay they f**king rent
Come through the homeless shelter and visit them in a Bent
You can wipe my windows down but don't leave no prints
And when that money get pa**ed out, you a**ed out
Prince, no Clark Kents
N***a I'm clean you just rinse
Catch these young n***as swinging for the fence
Now the boy Barry Bonds the type of sh*t that I'm on, hold up

Ohh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hold hold hold hold
Let me, let me jump on it, let me jump on it
Uhh, yeah
That sh*t was ill son
Hold on I got, I gotta wait for the beat to drop
Aight, check it

Reminiscing as I listen to lyrical compositions
By these real rap musicians but they done went in remission
They missing, the game in a state of decomposition
Omission of variety now it's just repet**ion
So now I'm in a position to carry tradition
Uplift the current condition, make it hot like a kitchen
Use my renditions as an audition to get recognition
Wishing ambition I envision will come into fruition
They got me itching, most of these rappers they give me allergies
F**k 'em all is just a n***as mentality
It's a tragedy, the game is changing dramatically
No more originality becoming a casualty
To dumb rappers, lacking the mental capacity
To spit a rhyme about anything other than salary
Emphatically claiming reality when it's a fallacy
In actuality there exaggerated a***ogies
I'm tired of fairy tales fables and allegories
These big imaginations with extravagant stories
Cause none of them are real their perception is skewed
I swear most of these rappers out remind me of fast food
Ma** quant**ies, low value, they lack substance
All that, bullsh*t is in abundance
All these lames all sounding the same
It's just a God Damn shame what they do to the game, damn!
Yeah, real n***as man
Celis and Demi, all day
Hmph, 2012
Uhh

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