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Ras Kass Calls Nas’ ‘NY State Of Mind’ The Only Perfect Hip-Hop Song

Thats dope because they were throwing subliminal shots at each other over the years
I ain't even know but

Nas:
"Soul on Ice death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to
So there it is I'm a Prince I'm a get slain
Some do minor shyt swear they on the top of they game
Your rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niiggas who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel"

Ras Kass:
Some of the these niiggas is suspect, like poppin outta birthday cakes
But next to they bytch, they ain't worth they weight
Worse, wait-- they claim all this weight they worth in murder
But the only servin you did was "would you like cheese on that burger"?
"Or supersize those fries"
nikka, supersize the lies in your rhymes
Dramatize your crimes and drop dimes
My homies sodomize snitches with 9s
I'm vicious with spittin, It Was Written
but niiggas is ignorant, and don't read books
So take a picture trick, and look
Life's a bytch, so I'ma fukk her til she comes and niiggas is shook
Don't forget I'm top 5 greatest rappers of all-time"


These nikkaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti street on me they rock Armani's
Sorry somebodies baby mama got fukked liked Oochie Wally Wally
 
I ain't even know but

Nas:
"Soul on Ice death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to
So there it is I'm a Prince I'm a get slain
Some do minor shyt swear they on the top of they game
Your rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niiggas who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel"

Ras Kass:
Some of the these niiggas is suspect, like poppin outta birthday cakes
But next to they bytch, they ain't worth they weight
Worse, wait-- they claim all this weight they worth in murder
But the only servin you did was "would you like cheese on that burger"?
"Or supersize those fries"
nikka, supersize the lies in your rhymes
Dramatize your crimes and drop dimes
My homies sodomize snitches with 9s
I'm vicious with spittin, It Was Written
but niiggas is ignorant, and don't read books
So take a picture trick, and look
Life's a bytch, so I'ma fukk her til she comes and niiggas is shook
Don't forget I'm top 5 greatest rappers of all-time"


These nikkaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti street on me they rock Armani's
Sorry somebodies baby mama got fukked liked Oochie Wally Wally
I never knew or thought they had a issue
 
I disagree. That's not even Nas' best song IMO. That said. What makes a perfect rap song? I think there are lots of perfect rap songs.
 
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