"Madman" lyrics
Nas & DJ Premier Lyrics
And how do you feel about the music business now in general right now
In comparison to before when you first started?
Well, there's much more respect, they respect it as, as an art form now
How, what were the feelings back then when you first started?
Nigga music
I don't give a goddamn
It's-it's-it's Nas
Muderous material made by a madman
I don't give a goddamn
It's-it's-it's Nas
Muderous material made by a madman
Let's cop acres, I do this for thinkers, salute to Sasha Jenkins
And door knocker fly ladies, Gucci link gangsters
And rappers that use one producer
You know that Metro Boomin and Future, we still don't trust you
Didn't start it but I boosted it, gigured I'd bring it back since
Multiple hit makers on one album, I introduced it
In fact, everything in my head made bread
The LPs alone'll get me some Beverly Hills spreads
But still nothing is sweet, you can tell by just bumpin' this beat
Still Nasty since '91, nothin' competes
Before Snoop, before Wu, before Big
There was this young kid with small dreads from the Bridge
It's Nas
Preem, how many times I gotta tell 'em?
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
It be tradition, hate they wishin' on me
They try to switch the story, so they don't look like a bitch in the story
It's my life, not a third party witness's story
Some heard somebody heard something different, distorted version of the truth
It's murder in the booth
Word to Lorenzo-Irv, the Benz swerve
Got ink on the sheets, the wings from an angel swings
What's beef? Rest in peace Stack and Chinx, Queens!
Flyest ever, Russia diamonds in Italian sweaters
Indian gold with the highest of bettors
The winner's circle, I remember the win was respected
And we championed for those who had came and collected
For my Gs with that money cologne, bring honeys home
I made smashes with Poke and Tone
They used to harass me, "When you gon' get up with Preemo and Zone?"
Almost 30 years, people won't leave us alone
And I'm grateful, middle fingers up to the hateful
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell em?
Murderous material made by a madman
Follow the leader like E and R, let's get em
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
In comparison to before when you first started?
Well, there's much more respect, they respect it as, as an art form now
How, what were the feelings back then when you first started?
Nigga music
I don't give a goddamn
It's-it's-it's Nas
Muderous material made by a madman
I don't give a goddamn
It's-it's-it's Nas
Muderous material made by a madman
Let's cop acres, I do this for thinkers, salute to Sasha Jenkins
And door knocker fly ladies, Gucci link gangsters
And rappers that use one producer
You know that Metro Boomin and Future, we still don't trust you
Didn't start it but I boosted it, gigured I'd bring it back since
Multiple hit makers on one album, I introduced it
In fact, everything in my head made bread
The LPs alone'll get me some Beverly Hills spreads
But still nothing is sweet, you can tell by just bumpin' this beat
Still Nasty since '91, nothin' competes
Before Snoop, before Wu, before Big
There was this young kid with small dreads from the Bridge
It's Nas
Preem, how many times I gotta tell 'em?
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
It be tradition, hate they wishin' on me
They try to switch the story, so they don't look like a bitch in the story
It's my life, not a third party witness's story
Some heard somebody heard something different, distorted version of the truth
It's murder in the booth
Word to Lorenzo-Irv, the Benz swerve
Got ink on the sheets, the wings from an angel swings
What's beef? Rest in peace Stack and Chinx, Queens!
Flyest ever, Russia diamonds in Italian sweaters
Indian gold with the highest of bettors
The winner's circle, I remember the win was respected
And we championed for those who had came and collected
For my Gs with that money cologne, bring honeys home
I made smashes with Poke and Tone
They used to harass me, "When you gon' get up with Preemo and Zone?"
Almost 30 years, people won't leave us alone
And I'm grateful, middle fingers up to the hateful
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell em?
Murderous material made by a madman
Follow the leader like E and R, let's get em
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Christopher Martin
