Blood, New Version Lyrics - Nas

Mic check 

Mic check 

One, (one) 

Two (two) 

Three (three) 

Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's 

Three (three) 

Two (two) 

One (one) 

MCA, Adrock, Mike D that's how we get it done 

Like ladies and gents attention 

Nas in the house with the Beastie Boys we can turn it out 

Perpetrators we can point 'em out 

So if you've got something on your mind let it out 

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Like a nexus six comin' home to roost 

Hand-held fifty eight when it's time to get get loose 

Don't need the ear goggles just put me through the speakers 

Like a scientist with tubes and breakers 

Invite MC's over my house and fix 'em brunch 

But you rappers? 

We goin' out, goin' dutch 

Now pass me the sword, I'll start swingin' 

Precision slicin' on an exact mission 

Because I'm back with the bang boogie 

Oogie oogie 

Strawberry letter twenty three like shugie 

Oh my god just look at me 

Grandpa been rappin' since eighty three 

I'm supersonic like JJ Fad 

Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag 

Don't forget the tarter sauce yo 'cause its sad 

All these crab rappers they're rappin' like crabs 

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I have the Carte Blanche 

The vagabond Nas is the narcissist 

My pockets are rotund 

I'm no killer but compared to you 

I'm more realer 

You ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer 

A slug pealer you're not, mafioso no 

You ain't got the cut throat in ya beginner 

I ain't tryin' to hear you racket 

You work for police dog you snitch you rat 

You wear that jacket 

How many rappers must get dissed? 

Give me eight bars and watch me bless this 

I start to reminisce and I miss 

The real hip hop with which I persist 

Like rum and mojitos 

Bullets and banditos 

Matzoh balls and a soup 

Jackets and troop 

Yes y'all this one for the history books 

Nasty Nas what's the word count it off on the hook 

One, (one) 

Two (two) 

Three (three) 

Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's 

Three (three) 

Two (two) 

One (one) 

MCA, Adrock, Mike D that's how we get it done 

Like ladies and gents attention 

Nas in the house wit Beastie Boys we can turn it out 

Perpetrators we can point 'em out 

So if you've got something on your mind let it out 

'Cause this is the type lyric that goes inside your brain 

To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame 

My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister 

So get your hologram on off of wolf blitzer 

Too many rappers to shake a stick at 

I ought to charge a tax, for every weak rap 

I had to listen to, 'cause we'd be makin' stacks 

(like stacks records) 

My squad we got a pact we're never comin' wack 

To all you crab rappers and hackers 

And circuit benders tweaked on splenda 

I take the cake I stole the mold 

That golden microphone well that's mine to hold 

Now why all these biters all up in my crotch space 

Sniffin' buffin' huffin' 

And mean muggin' with a blimpie bluffin' 

Back up off me sucker you ain't sayin' nothin' 

I'm broader than broadway 

I was in the project hallway 

Dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day 

I just getting started on this beat this is foreplay 

And when the song is finished I can sing along with this 

By the way I have a strong fetish 

For Christian Louboutin steppers 

I hear that Russian blonde's the wettest 

But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas 

And that's what's on my mind 

And on the Rhyme 

Who's next up? 

Ah yeah, Mike D the man of mystery 

History in the making and now we're taking 

Titles awards and accolades 

Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades 

We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches 

Like pen and paper like Picasso and canvases 

Rocking stadiums to shitty bars 

Go back in time send a fax from my car 

One, (one) 

Two (two) 

Three (three) 

Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's 

Three (three) 

Two (two) 

One (one) 

MCA, Adrock, Mike D that's how we get it done 

Like ladies and gents attention 

Nas in the house with Beastie Boys we can turn it out 

Perpetrators we can point 'em out 

So if you've got something your mind let it out 

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