Desperados

[Intro: Nas] You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight? Desperados travelling What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this [Chorus: Nas] Spend too many nights on the Henny getting right Breaking big face Bennies, betting against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's going too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded [Canibus] At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot looking for shade I rearrange your ribcage like a twelve gauge at close range And change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that Nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the Indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than running back Stunning man with brave and cunning raps Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flipping like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analogue tapes to digital DATs It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryna diss back If niggas keep telling you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps wrestle you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back Till I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringing the wrong raps to combat Like bringing a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggas is wack, rapping over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brassiere to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear [Nas and Foxy Brown] Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there Ice grill stares and my jewellery is in every year Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Anne Klein [Nas] Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit [AZ] Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine We clocking, on your airwaves, keeping it rocking Blaze up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up Betcha tired, bitch ass niggas need to be caged up So raise up fuck the playing, I'm sick of laying I can picture spraying off an SK, shells ricocheting Snatched up, in Supreme Court, eyes half shut Co-defendant caught a life sentence, see him crack up React what, who will, bail two mill' Nigga cool still bet I'll be home before the news will Blast fuse and leave purple Frank Matthews Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules Incog another HAMO- D’s involved Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved Daily routine, speaking up for niggas who sling Hand to hand on them street corners claiming you king It's time to lock this, join with us, let your Glock spit Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggas dry snitch Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out Play one route, lay ya shit down and run South [Nature] Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics Deeper than the laws of physics, Malibu sand, the gorgeous bitches Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live A true Desperado, one that never choose sides And show sympathy, just QB, an entity Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me Image is nothing just obey your thirst I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze then display a verse For those concerned or just eager to learn I speak for The Firm, when zonin' keep the cheeba to burn Stashing my riches, pass traditions like Olympics pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts I'm drifting, it's type ill waking up looking like Phil Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill Genetically form grade A pedigree Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless Guns and westerns, learning to connect through lessons From cool feats to camps, niggas shoot back It's a proven fact, '97's mine, y'all niggas move back [Hook]