Nas – True Dialect Lyrics
[Verse 1: Nas]
1 A.M., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S
With my grimeys, - blowin' up throughout the 90's
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Amaretto plus a dime piece
Takin' Gortex steps, cause shit gets hot
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fate and plot
While Niggers walk around with' all they got in one knot
For real, I build a mini-Israel, rough is the fishscale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
Straight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'
1 A.M., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S
With my grimeys, - blowin' up throughout the 90's
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Amaretto plus a dime piece
Takin' Gortex steps, cause shit gets hot
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fate and plot
While Niggers walk around with' all they got in one knot
For real, I build a mini-Israel, rough is the fishscale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
Straight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'
