Disciple
Nas Lyrics


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[Nas]
Two-thousand-four, yeah. l, what up?

[L.E.S.]
Prophesy!

[Nas]
Yeah.

[L.E.S.]
Prophesy baby!

[Chorus: Nas & L.E.S.]
Disciple, disciple (what?!) disciple (street's!)
Disciple (streets!) [Repeat: x6]
Disciple (let's go!)

[Nas]
Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas is like, love undying, money's my bitch
In thugs mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camel back-riders
Pyramid architects, perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
Lead flowin' around like a frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
This ain't 50, this ain't jigga, this ain't diddy, this ain't pretty
Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like the count of monte-cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' like g without the lisp though
My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back"
Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
What the fuck is that, freestyle

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
See me, gold hummers, Lamborghini's, man who stole the summer
Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
Gloves on, where the mask at? too many love songs
All the thugs gone, what happened? where's the passion?
Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Laughin' sayin' nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
Word to the braveheart written on my bare chest
The realest, here it is!





[Chorus: x2]

Overall Meaning

The song "Disciple" by Nas is a lyrical masterpiece that delves into the rapper's life and beliefs. The song starts with some bravado as Nas declares that he is the king of the city and that no one can challenge him. He goes on to talk about his love for money and how he sees himself as a disciple of music. He pays homage to a few historical figures and includes powerful imagery from ancient Egypt, as he boasts about his wealth and fame.


The chorus of the song is a repetition of the word "disciple" which reflects his commitment to his music and his ideology. He asserts that he is not a dictator but a righteous person inviting others to embrace his way of life. Nas talks about violence and how he tries to prevent it, but if necessary, he won't hesitate to use force to protect himself. He mentions his lavish lifestyle, as he raps about his gold hummers, Lamborghini's, and partying in Madagascar, but he also acknowledges the dangers of his lifestyle with lines like: "then dress warm for the cemetery climate."


Towards the end of the song, Nas picks up his pace and starts to rap faster, highlighting his ambitions to make people aware of issues that matter and teach them about the African-American history. Through his lyrics, he aims to inspire and educate people and to promote cultural pride.


Overall, "Disciple" is a powerful and thought-provoking song that showcases Nas's poetic genius, his passion for music, and his commitment to using his platform to promote awareness and social justice.


Line by Line Meaning

Two-thousand-four, yeah. l, what up?
Nas sets the year and greets the audience.


Prophesy!
L.E.S. urges Nas to continue his prophetic rap style.


Yeah.
Nas affirms L.E.S.'s remark.


Disciple, disciple (what?!) disciple (street's!)
Nas and L.E.S. chant the chorus that highlights Nas's status as a disciple of music.


Disciple (streets!) [Repeat: x6]
The chorus continues, emphasizing Nas's connection to the streets.


Disciple (let's go!)
The chorus ends with L.E.S. inviting listeners to join Nas on his musical journey.


Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Nas declares his mastery of rap and challenges any rapper to face him.


Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas asserts his dominance over the rap scene.


Nas is like, love undying, money's my bitch
Nas compares his passion for rap to eternal love and asserts his control over his finances.


In thugs mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit
Nas describes a scene of opulence and luxury.


Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camel back-riders
Nas references ancient Egyptian style and luxury brands in his description of his lifestyle.


Pyramid architects, perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
Nas boasts about his wealth and the lavish lifestyle it affords him.


Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
Nas warns his adversaries that they will be remembered for coming up short against him.


Lead flowin' around like a frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
Nas uses vivid imagery to describe his enemies falling to the ground like a frisbee, all while being respected by powerful Italian mafia bosses.


This ain't 50, this ain't jigga, this ain't diddy, this ain't pretty
Nas separates himself from popular rappers of the early 2000s, stating that he is in a league of his own and doesn't care about public image.


Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
Nas asserts his empowerment through his lyrics, and declares himself to be in a class of his own.


Kids cheer me like the count of monte-cristo
Nas likens himself to the titular character from Alexandre Dumas's classic novel, suggesting that he is a beloved and vengeful figure.


Steady poundin' soundin' like g without the lisp though
Nas describes the strength and impact of his lyrics.


My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back"
Nas references advice given to him by an older brother figure, encouraging him to move forward and focus on his progress.


Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
Nas reflects on the evolution of rap and how he has contributed to the genre's development.


Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
Nas exudes confidence as he describes his flashy, yet tough style.


What the fuck is that, freestyle
Nas invites listeners to witness his raw talent as a freestyle rapper.


Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Nas likens himself to the disciples of Jesus, suggesting that he is a messenger of music.


Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music
Nas continues to compare himself to the disciples and affirms his status as a devoted follower of music.


Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
Nas asserts that authenticity is key in rap music, and those who compromise their credibility are not true disciples.


And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Nas declares himself a fair leader and invites his detractors to join him on his musical journey.


Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
Nas offers listeners a glimpse into his life and promises to deliver an authentic experience through his music.


Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Nas warns his enemies that his words can pack a powerful punch and bring great pain.


Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
Nas acknowledges the irony in using violent language in his music, but insists that he is trying to prevent real-life violence.


If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
Nas is confident in his ability to defend himself, and warns his enemies not to underestimate him.


Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
Nas suggests that those who cross him will meet a grim fate.


When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
Nas demands respect and attention when he speaks, and warns his enemies to fear him.


See me, gold hummers, Lamborghini's, man who stole the summer
Nas describes his luxurious lifestyle, comparing himself to a man who usurps the power of the sun during the summer months.


Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Nas warns that strangers who cross him will be dealt with harshly.


Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Nas describes a gruesome scene where his enemies are dragged through the streets.


Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
Nas boasts about disposing of his enemies in a former associate's car and celebrating in exotic locales.


While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
Nas revels in his power over his enemies and highlights his own mental sharpness.


Gloves on, where the mask at? too many love songs
Nas prefers to maintain anonymity and protect himself when carrying out his activities, poking fun at other rappers who sing love songs.


All the thugs gone, what happened? where's the passion?
Nas laments the lack of authenticity and passion in modern rap music.


Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Nas bemoans the trend of rappers engaging in meaningless beefs and taking attention away from the art of rap music itself.


Laughin' sayin' nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
Nas responds to critics who accuse him of being too preachy about black consciousness by embracing the comparison to Louis Farrakhan, a prominent African American Muslim leader.


Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
Nas affirms his commitment to spreading awareness and consciousness through his music.


Word to the braveheart written on my bare chest
Nas pays homage to the Bravehearts, a rap group he founded, and suggests that his heart and passion are on display for all to see.


The realest, here it is!
Nas concludes the song by declaring himself to be the most authentic, true-to-form rapper.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: LESHAN LEWIS, NASIR JONES

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