Black Republican
Nas Lyrics


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I know you could feel the magic baby
Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
Esco, what up?

What up, homie?

I mean
This is what you expected ain't it?
Let's go
Turn the music up in the headphones
Yeah, that's perfect
You gotta take your time make a nigga wait on this motherfucker
Make a nigga mad and shit like
Niggas usually start rapping after four bars nigga go in
I could start dancin' in this motherfucker
Yeah

Yeah

We just come out of nowhere

I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then

Huddlin' over the oven, we were like brothers then
Though you were nothin' other then the son of my mother's friend
We had governin' who would have thought the love would end
Like ice cold albums, all good things
Never thought we'd sing the same song that all hoods sing
Thought it was all wood grain, all good brain
We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
Never imagine all the disaster that one could reign
Could bring, should blame the game and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain
Forever be in debt and that's never a good thing
So the pressure for success can put a good strain
On the friend you call best, and yes it could bring
Out of the worst in every person, even the good saint'
And though we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing

Jealously, ego and pride and this brings
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
The route of evil strike again, this could sting
Now the team got beef between the post and the point
This puts the ring in jeopardy
Indefinitely

I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like fuck it then

I'm back in the hood, they like 'Hey Nas'
Blowin' on purp, reflecting on they lives
Couple of fat cats, couple of AI's
Dreamin' of fly shit, instead of them grey skies
Gray 5's, hate eyes, wishin' our reign dies
Pitch sling pies and niggas they sing 'Why?'
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds keep tryin' follow the street signs
I'm standing on the roof of my building, I'm feelin'
The whirlwind of beef I inhale it just like an acrobat
Ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
Sippin' eighty proof, bulletproof under my attire
Could be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good that form street politics
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce
To get his feet out of them Converse
That's my word!

I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably in the back in the hood, I fuck it then

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them




Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like fuck it then

Overall Meaning

In Nas's song "Black Republican," the rapper reflects on his life and experiences as a successful African American musician who still feels connected to his roots in the hood. He starts by acknowledging his success and how it has helped him financially, but he cannot turn his back on his community. Nas knows that he cannot change his thug past and struggles to clean up his act. He recognizes that sometimes he feels like he will end up back in the hood, but sometimes it is inevitable. Nas talks about how he and his friends used to be like brothers, and he never thought they would end up in the same situation as others in the hood, singing the same songs or talking about the same things.


As the song progresses, Nas starts to feel like a black militant taking over the government, as he struggles with the desire to help his community and the reality of being a successful rapper. He sees the corruption in politics and the power that money can have, and he struggles with how to reconcile his wealth with his desire to help his community. Despite all of these challenges, he ultimately says that he feels like he is still a product of his hood, and he cannot forget where he comes from. The song provides a deep insight into the struggles that successful African American entertainers face in today's society at large, and how they balance their past and present circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

I know you could feel the magic baby
I am confident that you can feel the enchantment that I bring to this performance.


Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
Please dim the lights for added ambiance.


Esco, what up?
Hello, Esco. How are you doing?


What up, homie?
How is everything going, my friend?


I mean
What I am saying is


This is what you expected ain't it?
Expectedly, this is the type of performance you wanted to see, right?


Let's go
Let us begin the show.


Turn the music up in the headphones
Please increase the volume in my headphones.


Yeah, that's perfect
The sound levels are now optimal.


You gotta take your time make a nigga wait on this motherfucker
It is necessary to take our time to make the audience eager for this performance.


Make a nigga mad and shit like
Cause the audience to be upset and impatient like


Niggas usually start rapping after four bars nigga go in
Most rappers start rapping after four measures. I'm different, I come in immediately.


I could start dancin' in this motherfucker
This music makes me want to dance.


We just come out of nowhere
Our performance seemingly appeared out of nowhere.


I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
I feel powerful like a black politician with money flowing to me.


Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Despite their faults, I cannot abandon my community, as I still have love for them.


Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
It is impossible for me to completely change my nature, as too much of my personality is that of a street thug.


Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then
It is likely that I will return to my community, even though it is flawed, because I have accepted that reality.


Huddlin' over the oven, we were like brothers then
We shared a familial bond while we huddled around the oven trying to stay warm.


Though you were nothin' other then the son of my mother's friend
You were just the son of my mother's friend, and nothing more than that.


We had governin' who would have thought the love would end
We had a special bond, and it's unfortunate that our relationship had to come to an end.


Like ice cold albums, all good things
Like popular albums that eventually lose their charm, all good things must come to an end.


Never thought we'd sing the same song that all hoods sing
I never imagined we would share the same struggles as everyone else in the hood.


Thought it was all wood grain, all good brain
I believed that everything looked good on the surface, and that our minds were sharp.


We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
We thought we were better than others who argue and fight, as we spoke intelligently about our goals.


Never imagine all the disaster that one could reign
I never could have predicted the chaos and destruction that one person could cause.


Could bring, should blame the game and I could
The game is at fault, but I also must take some responsibility.


It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain
In this harsh environment, you must either attack or be attacked. There is no room for restraint.


Forever be in debt and that's never a good thing
Being in debt is never favorable or beneficial.


So the pressure for success can put a good strain
The pressure to succeed can be beneficial in some ways, but it can also be overwhelming.


On the friend you call best, and yes it could bring
That pressure can also harm even your closest friend, and that harm is possible.


Out of the worst in every person, even the good saint'
Pressure can bring out the nastiest qualities in anyone, even those who are considered saints.


And though we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
No matter how much we practice, performing under pressure won't be the same as it is during practice.


When you put in the game at age sixteen
When you start playing the game at the age of sixteen.


Then you mix things like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing
Once you start making money, possessions like cars, jewelry, and significant others quickly become a part of your life.


Jealously, ego and pride and this brings
All the trappings of wealth, including envy, arrogance, and pride.


It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
All of those things come to a head, leading to wealth that is audible, like a coin being dropped.


The route of evil strike again, this could sting
Unfortunately, the power that comes with wealth can lead to disastrous consequences.


Now the team got beef between the post and the point
The team is now fractured, with tension between the defense and the offense.


This puts the ring in jeopardy
This makes the championship uncertain.


Indefinitely
For an unspecified amount of time.


I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
I feel like a black revolutionary taking charge of the government.


Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
I cannot abandon my community because I love them too much.


I'm back in the hood, they like 'Hey Nas'
I'm back in the hood and people recognize me by my name, Nas.


Blowin' on purp, reflecting on they lives
Smoking purple marijuana and considering their lives.


Couple of fat cats, couple of AI's
Some people are wealthy, while others struggle.


Dreamin' of fly shit, instead of them grey skies
People are dreaming of luxurious things, rather than focusing on their problems.


Gray 5's, hate guy, wishin' our reign dies
Through their jealousy and anger, some people want to see our success come to an end.


Pitch sling pies and niggas they sing 'Why?'
Drug dealers sell their wares, and people begin to question why they are in the hood.


Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
People who bought drugs from us lack the strength to handle the consequences of their actions.


Weak minds keep tryin' follow the street signs
People with weak minds continue to follow the criminal path laid out in front of them.


I'm standing on the roof of my building, I'm feelin'
Standing atop my building, I'm experiencing a feeling.


The whirlwind of beef I inhale it just like an acrobat
The chaos surrounding me is overwhelming, but I'm used to it and maintain my balance.


Ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
I'm ready to charge ahead, even if it is dangerous.


Sippin' eighty proof, bulletproof under my attire
Drinking 80 proof liquor and feeling invincible beneath my clothing.


Could be the forces of darkness
It could be as if the devil's work is being done.


Against hood angels of good that form street politics
The hood's morally just people are going up against those who use politics to exploit their community.


Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce
The extreme poverty and desperation that many people face cause them to engage in illegal activities for survival.


To get his feet out of them Converse
These people engage in illegal activities to move up and out of their current situation.


That's my word!
I swear to the truth of what I'm saying!




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Carmine Coppola, Leshan Lewis, Nasir Jones, Shawn Carter, Wyatt Coleman

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