Paroles It ain't hard to tell (remix - verse 2) Nas

It ain't hard to tell (remix - verse 2)

* also called "Nas Will Prevail"
[Verse 1]

It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail

The mic comes in contact with the third rail

My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac

With this, see I'm a brainiac

I call you tattoo, you never come off

I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss

A modern Shakespeare - reincarnated

Brains are elevated, I'm bein R rated

This style is terror, drastic

Meltin the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid

Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not

Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot

Hittin your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin

Minds minipulated, my raps are nickel-plated

I execute raps like I'm swingin an axe around

This is a mic shut down

Notify the President - that I'm bombin your residence
and I'm leavin no evidence

Voice box yells, lyrics will excel

Rappers gettin smoked, you can smell the hot shells

Your style is fake snake, well dramatized

You might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize/harmin-Nas
Here's the break, I can translate lyrics so well

I excel, it ain't hard to tell

It ain't hard to tell..
[
Verse 2]

I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer

Nas wrecks the tweeters and recievers

Lyrics will explode, my brain overloads

Gimme a Grammy competition is dead just like Sammy
I leave minds magnetized like slaves

Your style is old fashion like waves

Holdin a pistol at a pastor, pullin the trigger faster

Tell 'em I was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear

Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
I'll pull your whole card - just like a palm reader

Non-stop, I'm bustin heads like the FEDS baby pops

This is not the +Kindergarten Cop+
Put on your blindfold, I'ma release and stand tall

I detonate bombs at the policeman's ball

This is art from the heart, I leave 'em marked for death
in each breath in this game I'm the ref

Already I'm ill but I can only get better

With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
I master dialects, of uncommon languages

A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this

These are proverbs, copy cat attackers
I'm wanted dead cause I'ma genocide to rappers

Battlin Nas is dead when my brain reacts
y
Yu might as well have fell asleep on a train track

This ain't the same track that you're used to

This is rhythmatic automatic, try it you oughta have it

Slaughter your tape recorder; givin thanks to my supporters
and keep flowin like water

No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail

Aiyyo, it ain't hard to tell

It ain't hard to tell..
[
Verse 3]

Check it

I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect
I'm gonna win cause you slept
on Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn

False rappers, you need to write your own song

Metaphors of murder man, hittin like Roberto Duran
Hold the mic in my hand, my life span

Imitators will sweat me like gym class

Your raps are fatà
Shit, then I'll be Slim Fast
New rap recruits I salute then delete 'em
Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em
Nas is a terrorist, analyst

Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan
You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow

Brothers is gettin shipped out like I was Castro
I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover

I use a +Lethal Weapon+, just like Danny Glover
Execute monologues, sabotage entourage

Mutilate mics like a maniac in bars

I talk with slang, and use my brain

Generate pain, penetrate your vein

Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son

Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson
No competition, cause I cause wonders

Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers

A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin thriller

Hold a mac-11, and attack a reverand
Don't sleep cause you might not wake

I speak deep, dialects I translate

Queens Prince, commit sins on the regular

Murder my competitors, and et cetera

Nas is a gypsy Egyptian
flippin' the script'n microphone manufacturers are victims

My voice makes your ear drums swell..

It ain't hard to tell