[Verse 1: Nas] 1 A.M., I'm at my best Twistin' trees at my rest Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S With my grimeys, - blowin' up throughout the 90's Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Amaretto plus a dime piece Takin' Gortex steps, cause shit gets hot Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fate and plot While Niggers walk around with' all they got in one knot For real, I build a mini-Israel, rough is the fishscale Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's Served, without Grace son about face I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race Straight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'
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