[Intro: Nas]

Large Pro, Nas

Travelin' through the mind, one time

Yeah, get blitzed to this

[Verse 1: Nas]

The greatest lesson ever learnt has yet to be taught

Niggas runnin' outta court like, "What the fuck they thought?"

It made me sob up, my mans, I just can't picture bein' locked up

They used to bein' mad fly, 850i style Cherokee

Letters read: "Nas, they could never bury me"

But through me, my nigga, you free

Truly reppin' QB, my life is like a movie

The credits at the end and the film plays again

The script is every rhyme I ever said off the gin

Bloodshot Hennessy eyes, Infiniti drives

Without a sound, Queens bound

Pauly got a call from Walt from 40

Meetin' out in Beach Channel with peeps from Hammels

Blunted niggas get roasted in they rides

Soak they tongues in Remy

Heat's in the 5-Series, high and leery

When them blue and white cars drive near me

Avirex Gore-Tex wet with fly jewelry

Israelite, original insight, and lethal, first Hebrew

God-sent golden Asian, phenomenal

You can't say the name Nas without sayin' "The Honorable"

Wealthy, Wall Street, read the chronicles

I fuck big titty chicks, who 'tic the Long Island City licks

Drunk off the A-zé with Henny mix

Mad niggas is jeal' like TCB, teachin' me

Everythin' you see ain't always what it be

Hardly able to chill, night ills, feelin' slight chills

Findin' out that rich niggas have to write wills

High 'til I die, Eldorado red, pack the Uz-o

Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo

[Bridge: Nas & (Large Professor)]

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-laaaah

(Yeah, yeah, ah-huh, ah-huh)

La-la-laaaaah, la-laaah, la-laaaaaah

[Verse 2: Large Professor]

The stages and phases that we go through

In a lifetime may be more than a few

'Cause one day, you're "A", and the next, you may

Have a brand new topic, and see a new way

Like history, while it's repeatin'

I'm beatin' the drum on the dumb and blurry

Don't worry the least bit about shit

When the weak split, the raw brain remain long reign

This is possible, I know and charge like a rhino, bro

I gotta let this music go

For the maestro climbs higher heights, though

Season a bassline, in mind of a big dark shrine in Hell

Can't tell all the times I fell

But can tell the thing called Man, I stand

In the eyes of the Father, tasteful like guava

Unravel and break down a tech' and solve a

Problem in no time, you'll lose your mind

Tryna calculate the rate of the Large incline

Outta nowhere, I go where few can go

On the strength, I be risin' on tunes and flow

With the flock, very seldom

Words when I weld 'em

Connect for the perfect brew, I.U