Memory Lane Freestyle
Nas Lyrics


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Aight, fuck that shit
Word, word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a lil' something like this
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard
God, what is it? (It's like)
Ha, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
Murderous night times and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to ceelo
With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below
(Peace, God) Peace, God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)

One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God
Check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces many faces
You're telephone blown, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace"
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
Yo, fuck, rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
The most dangerous MC is
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
The most dangerous MC is
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
The most dangerous MC is
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)




The most dangerous MC is
Me number one, and you know where me from

Overall Meaning

In “Memory Lane,” Nas takes listeners through a journey of his life and experiences growing up in Queensbridge, New York. The song is a reflection of his upbringing in the tough neighborhood, where drugs, crime, and violence were prevalent. Nas's lyrics paint a picture of a harsh reality where people he knew were either deceased or behind bars, and where he hung around older crews while they sold drugs. The song names streets and landmarks that hold significance to Nas, like Kooley High and Fat Cat. Despite the hardships and dangers that surrounded him, Nas managed to make a name for himself in the hip-hop industry and refused to forget where he came from.


Furthermore, Nas's rap style in Memory Lane is a perfect example of his genius storytelling ability, with every line giving listeners an insight into his perspective of growing up in Queensbridge. The beat follows a familiar hip-hop structure with an effortless flow of Nas's verses from start to finish. The chorus, 'Now let me take a trip down memory lane/ Comin' outta Queensbridge,' offers a nostalgic note that takes the listener on a journey of Nas's childhood.


Line by Line Meaning

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
I make music for a diverse group of people who appreciate my artistry and culture, including those who smoke marijuana, fashionable women, and those who are incarcerated.


Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
My music is enjoyed by those who drink Hennessy and old-school hip-hop fans, but I am unafraid to speak negatively about those who do not share the same positive values as me.


Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I do not associate with those who smoke low-quality marijuana.


I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
I left my high school, Kooley High, and was influenced by a charming woman who was addicted to cocaine.


Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
I have survived in the rough environment of the concrete jungle and do not care about the opinions of those who have not.


My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
My friend motivated me to be successful in a way that surpassed the staying power of the Energizer battery.


Sentence begins indented, with formality
I write my rhymes with proper form and structure.


My duration's infinite, money wise or physiology
My talent will last forever, both in terms of earning money and in terms of my physical and mental endurance.


Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
My poetic style is a fundamental aspect of my identity and I rap with a unique, unconventional flow.


I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I represent the origins and history of hip-hop from my neighborhood.


I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
I nostalgically recall gatherings in the park where hip-hop music was played and my friend was tragically killed for his fashionable coat.


Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
Memories of my friend's death are still vivid in my mind, even while I smoke marijuana.


It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
My upbringing was in a difficult, dangerous environment and I have experienced both incarceration and drug addiction.


The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
The excitement and danger of the streets lead to violent behavior and criminal activity.


Chill on the block with Cognac gold strap
I hang out on the streets with my friends, drinking cognac and carrying a gold gun.


With my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
I associate with people who make money through illegal drug sales, but I have chosen to make a living through my music.


No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
I do not see any police presence in a blue Chrysler, which indicates a peaceful situation.


For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
There are no shady characters around to suddenly shoot at me.


Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
I begin playing various gambling games, starting with craps and later moving to Ceelo.


With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
I make additional bets on the outcome of the game and roll a two, which is considered a favorable result.


Peace God, now the shit is explained
I greet my friends with a term of respect and now everything is clear and understood.


I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
I am bringing my listeners on a journey through my past experiences and memories.


It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
This is just how it is, nothing more and nothing less.


"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
I am about to reflect on my past experiences.


"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
I am from the Queensbridge neighborhood in New York City.


One for the money
I am ready to perform and make money from my art.


Two for pussy and foreign cars
I do not value women and wealth gained from material items, such as luxury cars.


Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I drink Alize and know many people who are either dead or in prison.


I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
I rap with spiritual significance and question whether other rappers are genuine or simply putting on a show.


My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
I live in a neighborhood with daily violence and drug use.


Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
My life is not glamorous, but instead is filled with danger, hardship, and struggle.


A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Carrying a small gun is necessary for self-defense in my life and I use marijuana for medicinal purposes.


Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
I am armed with a razor blade and deal with many different types of people.


Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Your phone is ringing nonstop, and you have either been shot in the foot or have a thick shoelace.


Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
People are easily agitated and my gun shoots automatically, rapidly and extends 44 inches.


And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
I am known to resist police authority when I am feeling frustrated.


My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I struggle with writer's block and difficulty in expressing myself through my art.


I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
I see poverty, crime, and fellow hustlers who are also struggling to make ends meet.


Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Everyone is working hard for something, some will succeed while others will not.


Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
The justice system unjustly imprisons people and sets exorbitant bail amounts for drug-related charges.


My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I have a superior mind which allows me to succeed despite obstacles and hardships.


I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Through my music, I provide emotional support to those who are weak and vulnerable.


Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I swear by the name of Jesus Christ and consider myself an expert in the streets, able to easily make quality music.


I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I use my microphone to interpret and communicate important predictions and messages to my audience.


I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
I spent time with older groups of individuals who sold heroin to foolish customers.


They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
They discussed Fat Cat, a notorious drug dealer whose name was well-known in the community.


Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Drug addicts talk about the Supreme Team, a notorious gang from Jamaica Queens.


Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Up north was Alpo, a powerful drug dealer who was known as a kingpin.


Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Those who claim that rap music represents reality are not actually experiencing the violence of the streets first-hand.


Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
I do not speak to deceitful or treacherous individuals as their words and actions are harmful and deadly.


True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I am a true artist in the music industry and will always be passionate about my craft.


I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
I remember and honor my deceased friends with a drink of Heineken while looking back on our shared memories.


"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
I am about to reflect on my past experiences.


"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
I am from the Queensbridge neighborhood in New York City.


"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
I am about to reflect on my past experiences.


"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
I am from the Queensbridge neighborhood in New York City.


"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
I am about to reflect on my past experiences.


"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
I am from the Queensbridge neighborhood in New York City.


"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
I am about to reflect on my past experiences.


"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
I am from the Queensbridge neighborhood in New York City.


The most dangerous MC is, me number won, and you know where me from
I am the most skilled and formidable rapper, and because of my upbringing in Queensbridge, I am the most dangerous.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Nasir Jones, Christopher E. Martin, Reuben Lincoln Wilson, Peg Barsella

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shcrbl

tight track, sick vid

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