Philosophical Gangsta

[Verse 1: Apathy]

I spit liquid nitrogen, mics are left freezin' cold

MC's explode, exposin' they weakened soul

My speech controls the block like street patrols

I'm a monster who stomps foes and eats 'em whole

In zero degree weather through the sleet and snow for the doe

That's how we do it in the east, ya know?

I'm only a 104 seasons old

But my brain remains locked in the genius mode

Philosophical, brainwaves branch like tree limbs on Tims

Life reflex's off Lexus rims

Expensive things, the necklace and extra rings

Erection sex on X the excessive flings

Huh

Somebody notify they next of kin

And tell them to pray to God, God let's them in

A lot of 'em are snakes tryin' to shed their skins

So the friction they bring only helps 'em win

[Chorus: Scratch]

[Nas 'Thief Theme':] "Philosophical gangsta"

[Verse 2: Poison Pen]

I try to use my mind before I use my fist

But I'm a lose my mind if I don't use my fist

You on my grind, I'm a use my clique

Speak only which, oh you useless with loose lips

Hug this strip

It's part of my anatomy

My body, my mind, my soul's a walkin' tragedy

Streetlamps be that umbilical cord

Quart waters, malt liquors, yeah, that's chemical war

I battle through life, tippin' and wheezin'

The blocks is the embryo

It's livin' and breathin'

Vampire thriving off innocents blood

Do my dirt strong arm

Y'all still gettin' mugged

Anyone can pop and run

It ain't always the livest one that's got a gun

Some people gotta think smarter than that

I'm from Bed Stuy

I think harder than that nigga

Think harder than that

[?] 1-2-1-6. Philosophical. Apathy. Poison Pen. Bad Seed. Yeah.

[Chorus: Scratch]

[Nas 'Thief Theme':] "Philosophical gangsta"

[Verse 3: Bad Seed]

Walk with my pants low

Doo rag tied tight

Money in my pocket, yes sir, my minds right

I'm about to start robbin' niggas in the limelight

Hang 'em off them buildings

Drop niggas nine flights

I'm Bad Seed

Nope, I ain't no dancer

I'm a thinkin' thug nigga

"Philosophical gangsta"

Got guns big as [?]

A.J. clips

Run up on you little niggas like, "It's payday bitch! "

Bad Seed don't get many choices

Please doggy

I'm Apathetic, beast, plus my Pen is Poison

Sink shots in your chest make your button up moisten

I ain't around but I still hear y'all voices

Keep talkin' shit y'all gonna hear them noises

I'm 5'9" pop, same height as Royce is

Don't come around with that irrelevant shit

Go to Johnny, the Pope and the vegetable bitch

[Talking: Apathy]

Yeah. Don't just think outside the box. Think outside your blocks

Yo Exact, we're puttin' you on the map with this one

[Chorus: Scratch]

[Nas 'Thief Theme':] "Philosophical gangsta"