Nas "NY State Of Mind" Instrumental

[@ch.illmatic]

I always sleep, cause I like sleep

[@illaxx8448]

Rafat Shareef i never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death

[@user-vb6gi7dh9b]

fair enough

[@richwalker4407]

That was hilarious!!

[@InternetHandle123]

I got insomnia

[@triplej6098]

Bars

[@thebeastwithin6978]

“Yo I don’t know how to start this shit...” And thus one of the biggest lies in hip hop was told.

[@NIMMHATVRapBeats]

hahahaha that's wild

[@rayshonhiggins3285]

Nah, he really didn't know how. His ghostwriter, who wrote the shit, knew how to start it tho.

[@brynelanham3205]

@@rayshonhiggins3285 he doesn’t use ghostwriters there was a whole vice article about it

[@rayshonhiggins3285]

@@brynelanham3205 I was his personal ghostwriter, I wont argue. You don't have to believe me, but it's true believe it or not. There's unlimited articles. All he does is say that his GHOSTWRITER was his FRIEND!

[@chungarito7739]

@@rayshonhiggins3285 you were his personal ghostwriter, yeah sure buddy And I’m biggie I just faked my death

[@squadlarock3836]

One of the greatest instrumentals ever. So simple but so Hip Hop.

[@jaycee598]

Fun fact: DJ Premier is the only person with the -official- NY State of Mind instrumental, all others are slightly off or reproductions

[@subrocjr1439]

This one damn near perfect

[@stemgod]

subroc jr this one has stronger drums than the original which makes it better to be honest

[@jaycee598]

Mr. Bap tbh I prefer the original

[@omarchavez804]

Is that right?

[@jaycee598]

Omar Chavez yes sir

[@VitoD226]

The greatest beat ever made. Probably the greatest rap song ever made.

[@donjonesmusic860]

Vito DiGiovanni Facts

[@InternetHandle123]

Nas is goat status but check out One Be Lo sonogram only album coming close

[@Djsalvation]

@L I L B L A R T jokes aside, the gucci gang beat actually slaps tho

[@sisilabtj6086]

@@Djsalvation pls tell me your joking

[@lucasratte4914]

Nuthin' but a g thang, baby

[@mruberlicious2853]

It’s crazy how Nas heard this playing in his headphones and still found a way to give the beat justice in only one take

[@SirRyan31]

In one take ??

[@sb_takether]

​@@SirRyan31I believe in this...

[@marlondaniels7912]

​@@SirRyan31according to Premo, Nas just went and did it. It's why he says "I don't know how to start this", because he had the rhyme written, but hadn't run it through on the beat yet.

[@f1sker999]

@@SirRyan31 yea Premo said it himself

[@eddielaing9573]

It was quite easy actually He da son of jazz n blues player remember

[@mdotadot8341]

"Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined, I think of crime, when I'm in a NY state of mind"

[@ch.illmatic]

@@amarildopires2979 I have mixed feelings about this

[@amarildopires2979]

@@ch.illmatic u right i was high as fuck

[@wellzblock5177]

kzbin.info/www/bejne/l5y8nHSGm92Dhtk

[@thugliferkps5477]

@@ch.illmatic ??

[@ch.illmatic]

@@thugliferkps5477 something he said a few months ago, he deleted it tho so I forgot lol

[@izekiah3128]

This beat is sooooo hard af! Always been one of my most favorite of all time. Gritty, grimy, rugged, cut throat, gangsta, dog eat dog, hostile, every man for himself, wicked, watch yo back, stay strapped, protect yo neck, trust no man, stand alone in the concrete jungle. #nas #queensbridge

[@wiggletumster5267]

Sleep is the cousin of death

[@ramonpablito9154]

And death is the cousin of sleep

[@J2JProductions]

This comment with that image

[@darrylyoung849]

@@J2JProductions I'm dead

[@kevinm9031]

Cousin is the death of sleep

[@isatherebel1520]

Sleep is the death of cousin

[@mrgotham3685]

Even if you write to this beat (like I do) you know one simple thing... The original will NEVER be outdone.

[@NourHaddad]

there is some beats that no one can do it better than the original one

[@oaklandman3180]

Nasty Nas don't gotta do anything to make it legendary no one outduels an original especially against Nas. ;-)

[@lefez9015]

Canibus can outshine him.

[@oaklandman3180]

Canibus do got some gold punchlines.

[@lefez9015]

Oakland Man Canibus is my favourite rapper like that nigga ain't human.

[@michaelelliott2194]

Feels like you're involved in a murder mystery. You can feel the air coming up from the sewers, the smell of death in the air. One of the most menacing beats of all time.

[@rickysongo]

solid, bro

[@C.O.A.CH_Rà]

Well said .

[@Krzaczor-ym9gd]

Yep

[@nononoononono]

Real

[@michaelsevilla3697]

so true

[@resonate3987]

This instrumental sounds like a 70's Cop Show. Atmospheric and moody.👌🏾

[@Kriojinik]

Pick an episode of New York Undercover and apply this to the intro right before the theme. 90s 💪🏾

[@joshjoyner3677]

Described it perfectly!!

[@jeffgrim4315]

I did monitors for Premier at a show in Colorado. Very cool guy, he was very professional and very particular about how likes his stage set up and I was happy to oblige because he was so polite about it. Pete Rock was there but didn't speak a word, Premier definitely ran the show.

[@iunderstand118]

The tempo seems so thoughtful. No other playback speed suits like the original one does. Smooth, slow and slick.

[@aaronmeow6115]

HERES MY VERSE look theres a duck holy shit a duck

[@aaronmeow6115]

***** i bet everyone rapping (in the comments) are gonna be badass rappers.

[@heatsteven3850]

This verse was fire bro

[@mcb3167]

Please duck!

[@currupto5883]

​@@mcb3167 Lol😂😂 let me help you Holy shit is a duck you better duck while i shoot my shot i always wish my name was Chuck unfortunetly i m fat but i smack feel like i`m Shaq 😂😂😂

[@leightonsavary7607]

😂🤣, funny

[@adamt3452]

A cat, Sat on a mat, The cat was fat.

[@MusicChannel-lg1bw]

OHHHHHH!!!

[@MegaSleep1]

bars

[@420BOC4LIFE]

then the cat came back but now with a hat wrote a book n got fat stacks

[@nasescobar4075]

kill em

[@therealflamelit]

jason cormier the cat protected his new racks wit two brand new black gats kept a grenade unda that hat in case anybody wanna jack

[@harlem6365]

DJ Premier is the best. Enough said.

[@codeblueopinions2908]

This damn near the best hip hop instrumental evsr

[@mikehocksbig6129]

This is the most gangsta sounding beat i ever heard

[@ramonpablito9154]

Notorious big - who shot ya

[@jaqhs1518]

@@ramonpablito9154 hell nah that ain’t even close to this

[@ramonpablito9154]

@@jaqhs1518 many men maybe? Mobb deep shook ones is also a contender

[@juliansolis943]

Real muthaphuckkin G's - Eazy e

[@dragonfist417]

the next episode

[@PolishBehemoth]

Literally one of the hardest hottest beats in all of hip hop. 1990 till present day.

[@bionik_bunny4917]

Damn, dude. Great remake! Sounds exactly like it. Bass, Drums, Piano, everything!

[@bigMikeBMW08]

Best remake of this beat I've ever heard!! Someone finally got the drums right!!!! Well done

[@brucewayne-sv6dr]

are you still alive?

[@JW29967]

Honestly one of the best beats in my opinion, simple but so well done.

[@angusxbeef]

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black-it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah-straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo-now; [Verse 1] Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" - the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks And black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind [Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Verse 2] Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind [Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Outro: Sample] "Nasty Nas-"

[@krisbrown5471]

why dont you make your own bars instead of re sighting nas

[@silkysepic6731]

@@krisbrown5471 damn bruh he just put the lyrics in the comments

[@Asian2706]

@@krisbrown5471 Nigga, I tapped to the instrumental and killed it nigga!

[@EzeICE]

Hands down the dopest, hardest beat in Hip Hop History! Period!

[@versetylevty946]

Hmmm... what's that sound? Tan, TLIN TLIN TLIN TLIN TLIN TLIN TLIN

[@qbcommando9394]

@@versetylevty946 It is called piano 🤣

[@frederikandersen8402]

Duarte Oliveira still Dre..?

[@frederikandersen8402]

How about shook ones pt. 2, mobb deep?

[@pkeric2626]

Frederik Andersen shook ones maybe, still dre no imo

[@abrahampalmer8761]

This beat is so ahead of it's time it sounds fresh in 2022.

[@INFEDnoX]

There's nothing more cringeworthy than KZbin comment rappers.

[@barkeater9606]

+SLSnoX I know rite lololol !!

[@darkeldardan4241]

Gears of war, tears of whores, cheers and roars, in the colosseum, after scenes full of gore, see its no different, gladiator mind state, hustlin, the new age means hunger games, instead of stabbin cowards bustin, soon therell be no progression, no trustin, warring samurai period everyone with smith n wessons, to prove skill we still use gentlemen methods, duel to the death cause we desperate

[@seanendrey6208]

soundcloud.com/user-340680896/trenches

[@limetiger9248]

and filthy frank dickriders who come here to point out that stupid bullshit

[@SpaceGhostFan]

SLSnoX Pretty wince worthy, but some of it is alright.

[@premierelightskin5104]

Why do ppl post lyrics about killing people drugs and gangs? You guys don't even live that life. Smfh.

[@spaceepandaa]

They think it makes them cooler

[@Alex-wk5ic]

Premiere Lightskin true

[@tommyfury4579]

Premiere Lightskin had a kilo in the city of pidgeons, good riddance.

[@michaelcoleman9954]

Cause it's that newyork state of mind

[@enescurobert7725]

+Jingo Jagget Well atleast Marshall had a pretty fucked up childhood and life before he became who he is now.

[@Cristian-cd2rc]

Dj Premiere = The instrumental's god

[@cresheer310]

Mom: son, what are you doing Son: *vocabulary practising*

[@LFCEOIN]

really allows you to understand how good the beat is in this song.

[@AdamX21198]

Saints Row main menu?

[@AaliyahAziz]

Yes

[@Philosfromhtx]

GOAT LMAO

[@uztoonstv4878]

Saints row 2

[@certificated123]

Rappers,rappers everywhere

[@philmoldon5218]

***** Go on runnin your mouth, You want a change of pace then, I'll lock you up in my basement, There's no escaping, Your time has run out, You've got beef I'll throw you in the street gutter, Every line can rhyme with each other, My rhymes are phat, like they eat butter, I do this shit for kicks, I don't care if it benefits, When i spit, but you'd better get a grip, And listen to my threats, I'm a KZbin writer, I'm complex, and I perplex and vex, mate, Imma keep your ass in check in chess, I impress, and invent a meticulous flow, I remain infamous though, Train your mind, To get into this show, My rhyme schemes,and rap bring you to tears, There's a visene for that, It will make you clear headed, and fear fetishes, Here's the medicine, Make your dough and put some lettuce in, Let the dough rise and get big, Save it for your next gig, Don't blow it on hookers, like a sex pig, You're better than that, Keep your head intact, And just relax, I know I suck at rappin, like the Black Eyed Peas, but I can relax my knees, defy critics, like Jesus did the Sadducees, I'm a lower class MC, Livin in a brash city, It's a sad pity, that I never found a launching pad, To put me on the map, but I don't complain, I work a nine to five, It's hard to find the drive, Or a reason that I'm alive, but hey, I'm your friendly KZbin writer, I lack talent and can only rhyme one syllable, It's pitiful, my minds incarcerated, like a criminal, Why are you so critical, I've just started, and now you've retarded, All progress that I'd made, You should encourage me, And nourish me, I'll make it a sin to hate me, When i create these ryhmes that are scintillating, You should commend this and now listen to this last sentence, Through my trials and tribulations I stay patient and at the end find smiles and liberation And If my shits whack, You can tell me to Get Back, Like I'm Ludicrous, but if my shit's good you can say what did he do to this, beat he rocked the shit, it's demonstrative of his greatness, he'll reach the top of this Rap game, He's that insane.

[@sadcommunity]

not enough mc's

[@slyzuzthesaucegod6296]

***** don't worry I got you

[@slyzuzthesaucegod6296]

***** okay im a provoking giant, a walkin' tyrant, causin' tyranny, im like a reaper stealin' your soul n sellin' it to the industry, I got the word play ability, to mind fuck you mentally, grab the scythe and murder you physically, tryna diss me, nah nigga you ain;t got shit when im sync with this melody, ya scheme is horrifically, terrible, I grab my lyrical nine aim it ya temple, then put a needle to ya brain, do you wanna gamble on me bein' insane? cause if you start to scream, slash slice have a nice dream, you talk shit, you get hit, and get lit, by my lyrical beretta, talkin' shit like you cleva', I had your back, but fuck that, you stepped up now you the second to served, like the first, this shit is said and done im one n done, cause you ain't worthy of my presence, bitch im out for dead presidents.

[@modaflockur]

Ryan Mendiola nigga u straight suck

[@bigkingsha]

When this came out NYC was still dirty and had that old grime shit - chunks and pieces left over from the Koch era. NYC was still trying to recover from the 1980's. Now when I go back home the blocks look strange, backwards, false, everything is different, new faces in familiar places, the city has a different pace - although still dark in some corners, certain scars about the streets that will never fully heal, no matter how much asphalt, metal and concrete you try to cover it up with. When I look at old pictures from 88-93, NY still had that unique "glaze" to it, that "good noisy stink". "You can try to change my flesh, but my old faded ghosts will still overcast and haunt your deepest memories right through the thin air". ----The City of New York

[@hunterRAWR1]

that's deep

[@riddel2617]

I mean aren't you happy your city is doing better?

[@nioh353]

+Kobey Valentine it was pure back then

[@gamerinchat]

City's conditions correlate with the rap quality...

[@positivelyqueenjane3612]

Captured the essence wonderfully well done

[@MusicChannel-lg1bw]

Yeah .. yeah check ... on two ..check one two boom ... badabap boom POW!!!!!!

[@ElDuderinoh]

Music Channel fire

[@doctorballs8309]

Next 2pac for sure

[@morjahd2842]

OOOOOHHHHH

[@pr0diigy764]

Music Channel that shit go hard no cap. Lyrical Genius for real for real

[@triplej6098]

Bars for days

[@SamuelMartinez-mw5tp]

“I’m living where the nights is jet black “

[@Matthew97910]

Love this beat, it's got that NYC feel spot on.

[@johnthomas6717]

Fuck NYC

[@lightskindisgrace]

+John Thomas L

[@fixdbd6532]

@@johnthomas6717 L

[@johnd.montgomery4126]

That beat is hard. The God captured it perfectly in rhythm. N-A-S are the letters that spell "NAS"...!!! 👍🏽🎯🤔👊🔥💯👀⬇️♾️🌍😠💰💨🧨🤬🙂😎🙏🤜🤛

[@hiddenx1227]

lyrics for anyone who need: Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black, it's time Word, word, it's time, man It's time, man Aight, man, begin Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin' Musician, inflictin' composition, of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' a M16, see with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back, and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full with children, probably couldn't see as high as I be (So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringin' fame to they name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us .45's and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatchin' your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring ya customers and measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and they wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime, when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin' where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty

[@nomnsookeke4882]

Crazy how NY State of Mind and The World Is Yours are two of the best beats I've ever heard in my life and they're on the same album. #NastyNas

[@Edddy1337]

no way did you remake this, shit mad accurate

[@ProlificPops]

"And I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death!"

[@kollisiondagod9305]

Damn🔥🔥

[@Floridabum1]

I commend Nas, but the real OG here is Premo. Another banger from the Dj God.

[@elboy80melodicjaye12]

The beat is one of the best hiphop track ever period!!! Premo blessed him on this!!

[@kingjames4053]

Whenever frustrated imma hijack delta

[@realmczappa]

King James you cant say that kinda shit nowadays lol

[@floorpuncher3280]

Sometimes I think I’m going insane I swear I might hijack a plane!

[@TheJurnalyst]

Life is parallel to hell but I must maintain...

[@oneylanoyle1551]

kzbin.info/www/bejne/bZWUZ3amjNVgpc0

[@lolbajset]

Fuck this beat is so simple but so fucking good

[@gwiltl]

Simplicity is the most effective.

[@helddeshimmels376]

Yeah, yeah Ayo Black, it's time, word (word, it's time, man) It's time, man (a'ight, man, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a .9, and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!", the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally, pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45's and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha, and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind

[@GodlysMusic]

Here’s my bars: Nobody wants to hear your nursery rhymes (Oooh!) You make rhymes with chimes (Roasted!) I have bars (Yeah!) Bars behind Mars (Damn!)

[@피아노커버용]

"Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, ""Back up,"" the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster - drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind "

[@dullknifefactory]

a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,q,r,s,t,u,v,w,x,y,z now I know my abcs next time won't you sing with me

[@KaizerMan]

Damn bro. That was dope af. How long did it take you to write that?

[@whiteblackgirl7979]

That was straight crack! or not ✋💩

[@thechemi5083]

Lord Jamar

[@ericcammarata5368]

Leave this beat the fuck alone. This beat is the one beat that should never be rapped on if you're not Nas

[@KO-iq2kv]

Sacred beat & it could never be outdone in my opinion

[@calebzcorrea3420]

I disagree. Nas inspires me, so i freestyle on this beat

[@MaesterPeemore]

but you won't ever be as great as him nigga

[@calebzcorrea3420]

That's right ,dawg

[@lightskindisgrace]

+Carlos Magno Sam I am, I don't like green eggs and ham, so I stuffed him in a minivan and shipped him to Japan Miracle spiritual lyrical individual (•c•)

[@jeannettemiller9275]

Impeccable in its Finest Form

[@aldorivas1314]

when everyone writes their own cheesey ass raps unsteady of the original

[@subashpariyar8102]

one of the hardest beats out there

[@jaredthompson8436]

The greatest beat and song in hip hop

[@zacharyloge2137]

Clog your chakras with the positivity, Not the drama, like The Who Run Run Run, Use The Quran Ramadan remedies, And keep your head up with them herbal melodies, Spittin a verbal legacy with the clarity of God's recipe, And mentally, splittin wigs like a Kennedy, Got flow like flux density, Especially with my minds weaponry, body energy and tendency to spread love like the seventies, This is my true identity, I was sent to cut you off like a vasectomy, Your life expectancy is that to a inmate on death penalty, The moment you stepped up I saw your fate with my lyrical sentencing

[@minosv.9991]

Holy shit that was amazing! Is that shit yours?

[@daneking93]

Dane zumana from NY here and this really the empire state of mind.

[@gregoryhughes2994]

How could one truly know God through the Quran? Doesn't that say that Jesus wasn't crucified? Well how else would God's only begotten Son be done? God endures sin with the Patience of the Cross. He forgives it all just to embrace the remorse, of those who submit to his way and return to his cause.

[@gregoryhughes2994]

***** I don't think you see my point. Put simply, the existence of evil in mankind is so opposed to God, that he was destined to die at the hands of mankind by becoming a man himself. The Quaran teaches that Prophets are above being murdered. Lol, he would have died a baby if Joseph didn't take him and Blessed Mary to Egypt. Even this event was foreshadowed by Joseph, the Son of Jacob. They're both named Joseph too, yet their lives were so much more intertwined than in name alone.

[@likmacrotch316]

i got chu fam i'll use these and make sure people hear it

[@Luke.]

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death."

[@TPhunkay]

All you have to do is list a bunch of nouns on this beat and you'll sound like one of the GOATS lol. Primo manufactured greatness on this one.

[@mohammadbedair8466]

never seen a remake like this , keep it up bro !!!

[@zenable01]

It's about the practice, "He'll never amount to it" So, I practice... The fact of the matter, Is my mind is beyond it The ground vanishes, Leaving the ego astonished by its Illusion, the past of confusion, The suffering of the memories Is the abuse of ignorance But the entertainment of it is amusing? Whichever path is worth pursuing The influence of others opinions Is a state of mind worth refusing Letting go into the present like it is one Judge it, the truth won't budge... it must hit.

[@frado9194]

ZENDO8bit dude the lines need to be less long for it to even remotely fit with this beat, do you not even sound that shit out in your head?

[@zenable01]

@@frado9194 Hey, thanks for the feedback. I did play it out in my head. It's simply written expression to a beat. I'm not trying to make a hit or something that follows any guidelines.

[@전영재-n1h]

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain, Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up on the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with celo champs Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Yo they be running through my block shooting Time to start a revolution, catch a body head for Houston They caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up, " the Mac spit Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I made him back flip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck It wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Pulled my shit back had three bullets caught up in the chamber Now I'm runnin' to the building lobby And it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So what you saying?) The game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to they name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information large niggas erasing they wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I back track to earlier times Nothin's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind (where I live) New York state of mind (where I'm at) New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs Making sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks To sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have brothers undressing Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and shelter I get frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches hoodrats it's like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind (where I live) New York state of mind (where I'm at) New York state of mind

[@LydonLewis-v7s]

heart beats to the drum /seek when ya young / im full of dumbshit just one click/ clack bloah / who how what whe an y , who die how i look fly when feds rollin straight by strait drop to say hi, to the zombies/ its zomland / ill be damn put 50 gz in my hand all twentiez tenz n fivez / the more untouched ,the more they gettin high , why not serve the real / evavder holy feilds of toppy , really sloppy weight / type 4 real the type ta get you scraped, bruise up quick / dont just pick to lose all chips , /mvp stolls n a fucked up scropt /

[@XT0mmyB0y22]

can’t believe this is a remake this is incredible

[@kevinbrown8678]

Saints row 2 loading screen 😂

[@925comics]

it is 2023, and im 45 now. Still blasting in my house, my car and my job!

[@hazwuncertified]

that drumbreak is too iconic

[@tomboychan5123]

This is one of the hardest beats of all time.

[@XxhadoukenxX]

Straight out da fuckin dungeons of rap!!!

[@siddhanthbhattacharyya4206]

Damn, the hardest of struggles make the finest of diamonds, Nas is clearly one

[@_Hiram]

Mad respect for Nas

[@CommanderJay-pu2pl]

This is my greatest story ever told If you knew me than ud know youd know I could never fold i would never sell my soul You know i would even go i would through stick and stone Just to make it on the throne Why not write ur story in a song Put All the pain and heart all the sorrow just let it out like there is no tomorrow Next thing ur in the top ten and u just got ur glory But whats with all the fame and money when just cant enjoy it I made it im just Way to faded so Tired of living in the moment Take a picture with a Kodak Cause u gotta save the moment

[@abdhkm1598]

Original from the mother land "AFRICA" . Nasty NAS ! I salute 🙏🏾

[@rafaeldiaz3160]

Yo I'm spitting this one for nas for my mixtape much respect to Nas Sun.

[@hiarllyalmeida06]

DJ Premier is legend 🔥

[@dannybx78]

We need the official DJ Premier instrumental. Remakes don't do it for me.

[@dannybx78]

@BrownyDownySydrome the drum pattern is a little off key. the original version in 100% on point. that's the difference, if you listen to it.

[@growlyv]

This beat is just something else 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[@BigNig747]

I was freestyling to this beat, so clean

[@Lux9103]

Damn u really got those Drums soundin like the original record, best version on You -Tube, Thanks for Recreating a MasterPiece, Peace

[@ItsCleto]

This and the Shook Ones instrumental hold NY down

[@karviahamilton689]

One of the best Hip Hop beat ever made

[@BLKGAMBINO]

I'm so hot, so hot, the devil's jealous, I'm like a Hot dog, both pockets, got Relish.

[@negus06]

almost 30 yrs old and still one the hardest hip hop beats ever shout to DJ PREMIERE💚💛❤

[@cleef4196]

Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin' Musician, inflictin' composition, of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' a M16, see with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back, and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full with children, probably couldn't see as high as I be (So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringin' fame to they name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us .45's and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatchin' your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring ya customers and measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and they wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime, when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin' where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas

[@freddymendy1596]

Thanks

[@kaanozturk6174]

Lyrics. Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black, it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo... now Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin' Musician, inflictin', composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" - the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' through the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she got to smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring you customers and measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in the New York State of Mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I've taken rappers to a new plateau Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind

[@MariaMartinez-jn8sn]

this beat is a legend

[@elidesportelli325]

0:49 this instrumental is eternal

[@monappliga8937]

this is the "NewYorkest" beat I ever heard...

[@a.l-moodli3978]

Fun fact: Monday 5. April NAS reached 1M subs. Congrats 🎉🎊🎈🍾

[@justincoombes5205]

My favourite ever Hip Hop beat.

[@sebastianwilinski4856]

Życie mamy jedno. Pamiętajmy tylko Cudowne Chwilę . I tyle.z każdym Niewygodnym schodkiem Staje się majstergosciem. Powiedzieć ci mam prościej. rosne siłę. Dalej idę A tobie gul już skacze. Bo ja po czasie . Jestem na lvl hardzie. Więc patrz komu ufaasz Kto prawdziwy.a kto szydera.

[@rmeofficial5437]

SR2 vibe all day 🔥

[@JaePharos]

Introoooooduccciiinnggg FIRST! For the East! The Forward from Akron, Ohio! LEEEEBBBBERRRROOOOONNNNNN JAAAAMMMMEEEEESSSSSS!

[@seancagney1369]

One of the hardest beats in hip hop history hands down.....

[@plugzfordayz2579]

Peer pressure Something that all makes us lesser When a man’s girl pressures him to become better He feels as he got something to prove He got everything to lose He gotta choose Gotta make a decision Is this life really worth living, If I can't be a man To my lady Come think of it, my man banquo acting real shady Might pull up to his block and shoot like Mcgrady (Double entendre; 1.shoot like a basketball, 2. Shoot a gun at a person) But hold on a minute, I'm feeling real faded (anxious/uneasy) Now here’s my Lady, She cheering me on and on Even though i'm wrong but I know that once he’s gone This feeling of pain will go away It leads me astray Wait Why am I doing this anyway Just as the back of mind tells me this is bigger than mines, it's bigger than fines It's bigger than crime. It ain’t worth the time. Leave him alone and you will be fine. Here she comes with her golden voice of rhyme. And there led the problem with macbeth He was ambitious, but didn't like the thought of death Of an innocent who didn’t deserve it Knowing damn well it wasn’t worth it But it maybe it was worth learning Even if his stomach starts churning A man who lacks the conviction He wants to glisten But fails to ignore the demolition So if he can’t do it of his own volition He must turn to his wife and listen A woman so determined Tryna make his heart burning She kept fabricating words Dancing around and curving, the soul of a man who just aims to please A man who wants power, to shine like a flower, and lacks the ambitions yet feels like a coward Macbeth hesitated The king was a good man He had a good plan and was innocent In fact as a king he was killing it He knew that everyone around the king’s death would be feeling it Still a bit shady His lady persisted She wouldn’t hear it She knew that his spirit Couldn’t come near it So she convinces Macbeth with tales of her own creation Claiming her talent for murder was more than latent Claiming how she would murder him with more blood then in her menstruation. Claiming that Macbeth would never become a man if he didn’t face it He was the next king and she wasn’t going to be patient. So than he snapped I'm going to show her who really is a man I'm going to go through with this plan I'm going to show them all who really is a man I'm going to go through with this plan (Ny state of mind instrumental) He felt like he had to make a decision Never felt the opposition but failed to listen To his heart, withheld the collision Of the amount facts Failed to lack the malice But he wanted to be high up like a chalice My songs gonna hit top 3 Like the suicide rate in america So much peer pressure Homies pretending to make us better When in reality The totality of man leads us to insanity The vanity which makes us manage the Pains in real life when in actuality The pain of managing the damaging roots of ourselves starts to make us Unsure of why these shordies really rate us It's extra dangerous Your peers can be your worst enemies It’s been happening for centuries Macbeth is a legacy of a person mentally Challenged with his extremities, Witches do everything but cover up the stitches See macbeth needed good advice but all these Witches did was ditch him

[@mohdqayemhussain5553]

There are two original tracks whose instrumentals can't be outdone: Nas - N.Y. State of Mind Eminem - Lose Yourself

[@ShizzGriffin]

Juicy by Biggie Smalls??

[@mohdqayemhussain5553]

@@ShizzGriffin Yeah, and there are many other legendary songs too which can't be topped. These two are my favs

[@vsatonthebeat4101]

What ya thinking about my rhymes (the newest comment)

[@mrbigd659]

“It’s only right that I was born to use mics, and the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes. I’m taking rappers to a new plateau, through raps slow my rhymin is a vitamin capsule…….. The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps, that’s where’s I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks” 😮‍💨😮‍💨 my favorite lines

[@RaoulFel]

Without a doubt the greatest hip hop beat ever

[@abstractpoet8977]

Took me a week and a half to memorize the first verse. Fuck that dude is talented.

[@derrickgibson86]

nas top 4 alltime

[@KDashWasHere]

People should start using this instrumental more

[@fpslevi3812]

Saints Row 2 Nostalgia

[@morningstar7896]

Levi Paragon childhood