Madman Lyrics

Madman Lyrics

"And how do you feel about the music business now in general right now

In comparison to before when you first started?

Well, there's much more respect, they respect it as, as an art form now

How, what were the feelings back then when you first started?

Nigga music"

I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas

Murderous material made by a madman

I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas

Murderous material made by a madman

Let's cop acres, I do this for thinkers, salute to Sacha Jenkins

And door knocker fly ladies, Gucci link gangsters

And rappers that use one producer

You know that Metro Boomin and Future, we still don't trust you

Didn't start it but I boosted it, figured I'd bring it back since

Multiple hit makers on one album, I introduced it

In fact, everything in my head made bread

I made hip-hop and symphony shows start to spread

But still nothin' is sweet, you can tell by just bumpin' this beat

Still Nasty since '91, nothin' competes

Before Snoop, before Wu, before Big

There was this young kid with small dreads from the Bridge

It's-it's-it's Nas, Preem, how many times I gotta tell 'em?

I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas

Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?

Murderous material made by a madman

It be tradition, hate they wishin' on me

They try to switch the story

So they don't look like a bitch in the story

It's my life, not a third party witness' story

Some heard somebody heard something different, distorted version of the truth

It's murder in the booth

Word to Lorenzo-Irv, the Benz swerve (Err)

Got ink on the sheets, the wings from an angel swings

What's beef? Rest in peace Stack and Chinx, Queens

Flyest ever, Russia diamonds in Italian sweaters

Indian gold with the highest of bettors

The winner's circle, I remember the win was respected

And we championed for those who had came and collected

For my G's with that money cologne, bring honeys home

I made smashes with Poke and Tone

They used to harass me, "When you gon' get up with Preemo and zone?"

Almost thirty years, people won't leave us alone

And I'm grateful, middle fingers up to the hateful

I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas

Preem, how many times we gotta tell em?

Murderous material made by a madman

Follow the leader like E and R, let's get em

I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas

Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?

Murderous material made by a madman