Stillmatic Freestyle (Jay-Z Diss) Lyrics

[Produced Eric B]

[Intro]
Ayo Nasty Nas, what up?
~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards fronting
I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know?
~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you stillmatic


[Verse]
Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I am, I can't trust my fans
Out of luck, no constructive plans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand

You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't save our children
I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
Your oldest son on the ground dead, but fortunately

Them bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the L, then, we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunts from my room door, little Nasir was at war
And little did I care what you saw

Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
But in the projects, I vision Muhammad, in linen garments
Preaching man, woman, and child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara
Visqu Allah
Fistful of dollars in the dice game, God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
Clothes fit me like a crime boss
, the medicine man
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are unfastening their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary

N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me
Rip the Freeway, shoot through Memphis with Money Bags
Stop in Philly, order cheesesteaks and eat Beans fast

And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off, I count dough off when you sample my voice
I rule you—before, you used to rap like the Fu-Schnickens
Nas designed your blueprint, who you kidding?

Is he H to the izz-O, M to the izz-O?
For shizzle, you phony, the rapping version of Sisqó
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather Sean John,
bore me with your fake coke rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you liar
Un was your first court case, you had no priors

You master-fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
Have you surrounded, you and the faggots you down with
While they riding Nas, tryna boost they career
Corny as Cormega, all you hip-hop queers

Since Illmatic, It Was Written, I Am Nastradamus
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you; now, here's a promise
My next few albums—instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town
, every block
I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
Did crimes and headline on stage

I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
Street's Disciple, I'm Stillmatic

[Outro: Woman's voice]
You make me feel so good

How to Format Lyrics:

  • Type out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorus
  • Lyrics should be broken down into individual lines
  • Use section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], etc.
  • Use italics (<i>lyric</i>) and bold (<b>lyric</b>) to distinguish between different vocalists in the same song part
  • If you don’t understand a lyric, use [?]

To learn more, check out our transcription guide or visit our transcribers forum

About

Genius Annotation

A 2001 mixtape freestyle returning shots at the Roc. Sparked by the Memphis Bleek song My Mind Right and answered by Jay-Z on Takeover.

The beat is the Coldcut remix of Eric B and Rakim’s Paid in Full which includes samples from “Don’t Look Any Further” by Dennis Edwards, “Ashley’s Roachclip” by The Soul Searchers, and “Im Nin'alu” by Ofra Haza.

Credits
Produced By
Written By
Release Date
August 2001
Stillmatic Freestyle (Jay-Z Diss) Samples
Stillmatic Freestyle (Jay-Z Diss) Interpolations
View Stillmatic Freestyle (Jay-Z Diss) samples
Tags
Comments