Black Republican Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

I know you can feel the magic baby 

Turn the mother**** lights down 

Esco whuttup? 

I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? 

Let's go 

Turn the music up and the headphones 

Yeah, that's perfect 

You got to take your time make a **** wait on this mother**** 

You make **** mad and **** like 

**** usually start rappin' after 4-bars 

**** go in 

Let's start dancin' in this mother**** 

Yeah, we just come outta nowhere 

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I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in 

Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them 

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em 

Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then' 

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then 

Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend 

We had governin', who would of thought the love would end 

Like ice cold album, all good things 

Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang 

Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain 

You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game 

Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign 

Could bring, should blame the game, and I could 

It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? 

And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing 

To the pressure for success can put a good strain 

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On a friend you call best and yes it could bring 

Out the worst in every person, even the good an' sane 

Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the same 

When you put in the game at age sixteen 

Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss things 

Jealousy, ego and pride, and this brings 

It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching 

The route evil strikes again, this could sting 

Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point 

This puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely 

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in 

Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them 

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em 

Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then' 

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government 

Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them 

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em 

Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then' 

I'm back in the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas' 

Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives 

Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s 

Dreamin' of fly **** instead of them gray skies 

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign dies 

Pitch, sling pies, and **** they sing, "Why"? 

Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time 

Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs 

I'm standin' on the roof of my building 

I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it 

Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire 

Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire 

Could it be the forces of darkness 

Against hood angels of good that forms street politics 

Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce 

To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my word 

I feel like a Black Republican, money keep comin' in 

Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them 

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em 

Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it then 

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government 

Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them 

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em 

Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'