Nas - It ain't hard to tell

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail,
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele,
My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath,
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps,
Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond,
Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin',
Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!,
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin',
‘Cause in my physical I can express through song,
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong,
I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell,
From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell.


The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up,
Not stories by Aesop,
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up,
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L,
School a fool well, you feel it like Braille,
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill,
Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic,
I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik,
Jam like a TEC with correct techniques,
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me,
Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me,
I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose,
Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell.


This rhythmatic explosion,
Is what your frame of mind has chosen,
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen,
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin,
End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again,
Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop,
I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles,
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle,
And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova,
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra,
Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot,
Vocals will squeeze Glocks,
MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak,
My poetry's deep, I never fell,
Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell