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Carry On Tradition



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[Intro: Nas] 
Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap shit 
Niggaz want to talk about this money 
About these cars, these homes, these labels 
Clothes, sneakers, big money shit 
Now everybody tryin' to get rich 
Now get rich niggaz, fuck it 

[Verse 1: Nas] 
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads 
When they speak, you see missin' teeth 
Silver chain with a silver piece 
Niggaz your grandfather's age 
They pants still hangin' down they legs talkin' about they ain't paid 
And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues 
And ..... was stealin' and robbin' them 
I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve 
Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died 
Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost 
It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss 
Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred 
The Jewish stick together, friends in high places 
We on some low level shit 
We don't want niggaz to ever win 
See, everybody got a label 
Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal 
It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables 

[Hook: Nas] 
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position 
(Carry On Tradition) 
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition 
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition) 
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition) 
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep 
Then (Carry On Tradition) 

[Verse 2: Nas] 
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards 
Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness 
I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it 
Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest 
Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code 
You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode 
Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hate 
Against bosses; hungry fucks are moraless 
You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists 
Niggaz, I coulda wrote your shit; I had off-time, was bored wit this 
I coulda made my double-LP, just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus 
Still came five on the charts with zero audience 
The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit 
Y'all got awards for your bricks - it got good to ya 
You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits?! WHAT? 

[Hook: Nas] 
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position 
(Carry On Tradition) 
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition 
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition) 
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition) 
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep 
Then (Carry On Tradition) 

[Verse 3: Nas] 
Now niggaz got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer 
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us 
The live-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound 
We on the charts now; from British Walkers and Argyles 
Look at us rap stars now, wit our black cars now 
Fortune 500 listed, brunches, sip Cipriani's 
Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me 
Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up 
Because I'm what?, every dime lust 
We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up 
If I want that or the whole world to peep it 
Now (Carry On Tradition) 
Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' 
Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em 
I promise I (Carry On Tradition) 

[Hook: Nas] 
When they crown you - and you rise up to your position 
(Carry On Tradition) 
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition 
(Carry On Tradition) - (Carry On Tradition) 
Carry on, ca-carry on, (Carry On Tradition) 
(Carry On Tradition), when you rep what we rep 
Then (Carry On Tradition)   
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