Black Bond (Remix)

Typed by: Don_Dusan [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishal] Yeah Kardinal The black bond with the Canadian I'm in my nah nah But what tanks suit that war like Vietnam Murder everything kiss em before you kill em Though cowards are quick to miss quote I ain't for the ceiling bro One gun two fingers gun shot, boom When you thought I wasn't hot, I was still close to six 0′s Six bros said y'all skip flows and double dot straight to the charts And I do balls black bond with the microphone Murder and then bring it back to the life with the high paton People talking bout what's real hip hop day He said shit that's real stay dray I know you scared to say shit You know they ain't nice nigga scake round the truth I put em on ice Truth is these niggas so scared to stand up they link up the people they used to this Man up this kid ran up, crying up the breath Set the game still need you but ain't nobody left Just bunch of subliminal disrespect going on People shaking hands with them niggas they've been shitting on I said why you think that I wanna be part of that That's why I chill for a little reflected on rap It's all Rnb trap enough check Frank all should more..and most that gun clap Word up, be yourself stop faking and pretending Eventually all stories come in ending Mean faces and lies and all your verses Whenever a verse could wrath of your God's cursing [Verse 2: Nas] I pull a string on the lamp that shit darkens I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment Proletarian chicks sparking Convo weak and I don't really care for her jargon Balcony is windy Looking at the stars and I be in the Henny, woozy in the head, wobbling Gucci pillow on the bed, while she giving noggin Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album Thinking I should leave to a European island Bristol and Spain, bring a book about Stalin Dinner serenaded with a violin But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit Fine dining Olive Garden, naw bitch Nas is In the real deal, food spots on the constant Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it Lifestyle encompasses top-notch watches Rolexes synonymous shit I'm copping Ask her has she been around duffle bags full of that fuck you cash Get off the jet with me in heels I'll cup your ass Looking in my eyes Saying Nas you're one lucky bastard Grip your clutch, you'll get finger fucked in the passenger I hit the dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter See us in the coupe flying past you [Verse 3: Nas] Esco, dress code, it changes Harrod’s in England Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging Counting wonder in the tundra Can’t humble the disgruntled when I come through, confront ya Let nothing slide, sly remarks You must wanna die but you frontin', why? When we all know you pumpkin pie When we in the bus we fly better shit than Emirates To Dubai, to the Chi I’m a crucial conflict Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out You are what a thug about I’m a fuckin juggernaut Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up Who don’t speak, she quiet So I can think, conspire On my feet’s a ?, and sometimes sneakers Wear ties at the Setai Miami Time-pieces are from Zurich It’s like I’m allergic To Nonoxynol 9 Give it to you raw so you can feel it