Black Republican feat. Jay-Z
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

The opening lines of “Black Republican” set the stage for this legendary collaboration between Nas and Jay-Z. The song starts with Nas conveying how he feels like a black republican- stating his position as a successful African American who is politically conservative. He then goes on to reflect on his past in the hood- the friends he once considered brothers, the struggles they shared, and the obstacles they faced together. As the song progresses, he delves into how the greed and competition inherent in rap music has led to broken friendships and a cultural shift towards materialism. Throughout the song, Nas stresses his loyalty to his roots and the difficulty of shedding an identity in favor of a new, better self-image- collectively casting a poignant eyrie over issues such as ghetto crime, social inequality, endemic poverty and tensions between the police and African American communities.


What sets this song apart is not just the lyrical technique and talent of both these rap legends but also how they both reflect on their journeys through the music industry- from humble beginnings to their current successful status. The lyrics of “Black Republican” paint a picture of two artists grappling with their past and future; - of whether or not they can maintain their identities in a landscape that rewards materialism and competition over human connection.


Line by Line Meaning

I know you could feel the magic baby
Acknowledging the sense of anticipation and excitement in the air in preparation for a powerful performance


Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
Requesting the audiovisual technicians to dim the lights to create the appropriate ambiance for the performance


This is what you expected ain't it?
Confirming the audience's expectations about a high-quality performance


Turn the music up in the headphones
Requesting the sound engineers to increase the volume in the artist's headphones to ensure optimal audio quality


Make a nigga mad and shit like
Encouraging the artistic team to build up the suspense by delaying the start of the performance


We just come out of nowhere
Acknowledging the artist's sudden rise to fame and acknowledging his humble beginnings


I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
Feeling like a successful political figure, but also feeling a sense of responsibility towards his community


Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Not forgetting his roots and staying true to his community despite his newfound success


Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Acknowledging his past mistakes and recognizing that his tough upbringing has influenced his behavior


Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then
Accepting the possibility of returning to his old ways and not letting success change who he truly is


Jealously, ego and pride and this brings
Identifying common negative emotions that can negatively impact interpersonal relationships


It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
Comparing a heated conflict between friends to the sound of a cash register ringing


This puts the ring in jeopardy, indefinitely
Explaining that the conflict threatens to damage the friendship permanently


I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Feeling empowered like a revolutionary leader fighting for his community's interests


Gray 5's, hate guy, wishin' our reign dies
Describing the desire of an envious person to see the artist and his team fail


Weak minds keep tryin' follow the street signs
Criticizing individuals who blindly follow the negative influences of their environment


Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce
Describing the difficult circumstances that often lead well-intentioned individuals to engage in illegal activities to survive


That's my word!
Affirming the truth and authenticity of the artist's words and experiences




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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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@Maal7432

"I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas"
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
Gray 5's, hate guys 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"

Don't tell me Esco didn't win off that shit.



@superblue2983

215workhard TRUE ! indeed , Two New York Hip Hop Hall of Famers,
Mr.Jones & Mr.Carter!
'Esco' Nas from. Astoria, Queens
& Jay Z from Bklyn (Marcy Ave. PJs).

☆☆NEW YORK HIP HOP☆☆


fuck that wack azz ratchet down 'souf' hip hop!



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@kiarajackson1424

Jay snapped, Nas snapped. The culture wins

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@pistolpete8231

No such thing as 'the culture' when 90% of it is straight filth.

@chrism7163

@@pistolpete8231 as long as the other 10% is truth then there is a culture

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@user-no2ot4gj7l

One of the most underrated hip hop songs of all time. Nas fan is here

@Jeter21881

Song is seriously so good and no one talks about it. What a shame..

@ronaldporterfield4010

@@Jeter21881 new rappers quit now but Lil baby nice

@jaykenpachi6788

@@Jeter21881 the lil wayne and Juelz Santa version was better 🔥 🔥

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