The L.P.

[Intro: Nas]<br>Large Pro., Nas. Traveling through your mind one time.<br>Get bliss to this.<br><br>[Verse One: Nas]<br>The greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught<br>niggaz running outta court like "what the fuck they thought?"<br>It made me somber, my mans I just can`t picture being locked up<br>they used to being mad fly<br>850 I style<br>Cherokee, letters read Nas they could never bury me<br>but kill me, my nigga you free<br>Truly, reppin` QB<br>my life is like a movie<br>The credits at the end<br>and the film plays again<br>The script is every rhyme I ever said <br>off the head<br>Infinity drive<br>Without a sound Queens bound<br>Paully got a call for war out from 40<br>Meeting out in Beach Channel<br>with peeps from Hammel<br>Blunted niggaz get roasted in they rides<br>soak they tongues to Remy<br>Heat`s in the 5 series high and leery<br>when those blue and white cars drive near me<br>Avirex, Gore-TeX wet with fly jewelry<br>Israelite original insight and lethal<br>first Hebrew<br>God sent golden Asian phenomenal<br>you can`t say the name Nas without saying the honorable<br>Wealthy, Wall Street read the chronicle<br>I fuck big titty chicks<br>who sip the Long Island City lix<br>Drunk off the Azay (Alize) with Henny mixed<br>Mad niggaz is jail like TCB teach me<br>everything you see ain`t always what it be<br>Hardly able to chill night ills feeling slight chills<br>finding out that rich nigga got to write wills<br>High `til I die Eldorado red pack the Uz-o<br>pretty thug Last Don by Mario Puzo<br><br>[Verse Two: Large Professor]<br>Stages and places that we go through<br>in a lifetime, maybe more than a few<br>`Cuz one day you`re A and the next you may<br>have a brand new topic and see a new way<br>Like history, while it`s repeating <br>I`m beating the drum on the dumb and blurry don`t worry<br>The least bit<br>about shit when the weak split<br>The raw brain remains <br>long range<br>This is possible I know and charge like a rhino<br>bro, I gotta let this music go<br>For the maestro <br>climbs higher heights yo<br>Season a bass line<br>and mind of a Bandog shrine<br>In hell, can`t tell <br>all the times I fell<br>But can<br>tell the thing called man I stand<br>In the eyes of the father tasteful like guava<br>unravel and break down a tec and solve a<br>Problem, in no time you`ll lose your mind<br>tryin` to calculate the rate of the Large`s incline<br>Out of nowhere, I go where few can go<br>on the strength I be rising on tunes and flow<br>with the flock very seldom <br>words when I weld them<br>Connect for the perfect brew<br>I you