King Nas

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Ghetto, uh, uh
 Ghetto (ghetto)
 Ghetto (ghetto, yeah)
 Ghetto, yeah (ghetto)
 Uh
 Ghetto mythologies colonize my mind constantly
 I shine sonically in the Chi, divine comedy
 I vibe consciously to override suicide inside
 Honestly 'cause they don't wanna honor me and honesty
 Black king poetic with Nat King's aesthetic
 Half-dream, half-machine where a black queen's get naked
 For a dollar from a scholar like me
 Not at all bothered by what outsider might see
 Flippin, a thousand grams get dissolved in the kitchen
 Heart wrenchin', part played, took away from my ascension
 Crooked ways brought from car lookaways from tooken Js
 But it's too late for your prevention 'cause I'm playin' my position
 I'm the man now (man now, man now, man now)
 I'm the man... now
 I'm the man... now
 If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now
 Not the man then keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now)
 I'm the man... now
 Uh
 Killer friends, dope dealers concealing sins
 Sin and swim in my trunk like jumps deeper ends
 We the gems, your daughter, we'll teach her hymns
 From the annals of crime channels that dismantle
 Her once so we can mend, send 'em back, a livin', I'm feelin' trapped
 We know religion but brimmin' with brilliant facts, so we map
 Cast distorted role of a lady with
 no control, let it go, hold onto baby
 I wanna see it all, never half asleep some niggas can't see the walls
 'Cause of the masterpiece my data breach like hacker leaks
 Delete the McAfees and slam the backdoors in back of me
 Social engineer appears too ready to give her chat to me, happily
 Actually activated off accolades of my apogee and act yakkity
 Then deeply speak it back to me, then move it further
 We can have a junta or a jurgar
 I smurf it and spoof the server, reboot and produce a cursor
 I'm a man now (man now, man now, man now)
 I'm the man... now
 I'm the man... now
 If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now
 Not the man then keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now)
 Ghetto, ghetto, I'm the man... now
 Deny the service and a little blue from the boycott
 Advertise rum, space available on my toy box
 But no sleepin' on me, dig deeper than reachin' shorties
 Scheme for giant green, getting CREAM sweeter than bein' corny
 Know the difference between bein' in love and bein' horny
 Bein' hated, bein' human, bein' a teen but bein' forty
 They like to get 'em young like I'm Brigham's son
 Be more man that my attitudes, no ladder rather have a youth
 Like the OGs pullin' Benzos out
 They make 'em put they pussies out like Fred Flintstone's house
 Heart blacker than the back of Fred Flintstone mouth
 I may be more like Baba Kwesi, take the Timbo route
 To be a man now
 I'm the man... now
 I'm the man... now
 If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now
 Not the man then keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now)
 Ghetto, ghetto, I'm the man... now
 From the ghetto, oooh
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 Ghetto
 From the ghetto (ghetto)
 Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
 From the ghetto
 Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
 Not goin' down on the edge of ghetto
 When we gon' bring back God to the ghetto?
 You're the man now
 
 You're the man now
 You are the man now
 You the man
 You're the man now (now, now)
 Whatchu lookin at?
 Huh, whatchu lookin at?
 

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Duration
05:57
Key
11
Tempo
174 BPM

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