Represents
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Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

Represent ya'll, represent!
Represent ya'll, represent!




Represent ya'll, represent!
Represent ya'll, represent!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nas's song "Represent" paint a vivid picture of life on the streets, with all its dangers and pitfalls. Nas speaks of the harsh realities of life in the "jungle," where violence can strike without warning, and the police are always watching. The street corners are full of "mad criminals" who are always on the lookout for their next victim. Nas himself is a rebel of the street corner, armed with a Tec and always under pressure from the law.


Nas's lyrics are filled with gritty realism and sharp insights into the urban landscape. He speaks of the lure of the streets, and how it can be hard to escape from its grasp, even for those who try to stay away. He uses his flow and rhymes to create a sense of urgency and tension, as if he is always on edge, ready to defend himself against any threat.


Overall, "Represent" is a powerful statement on the harsh realities of life on the streets. It offers a perspective that is rarely seen in mainstream hip-hop, and it demonstrates Nas's mastery of the art of rap.


Line by Line Meaning

Represent, represent!
Nas is urging his crew and himself to represent and stand tall.


Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
The life in the ghetto is a constant reminder of how quickly and brutally it can all end.


Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
Violence can strike at any moment without warning.


The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
The intersection is a hub for criminal activity and danger.


Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare
The local criminals are reckless and carefree, and the community is unable to stop them.


At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Strangers are targets and must flee before they face the wrath of the locals.


Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The locals will use their firearms to inflict deadly force on outsiders.


The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
Law enforcement is always present and the criminal brotherhood is on the run.


The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us
Law enforcement is constantly monitoring the criminal activity and trying to bring them down.


And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
Even the elite forces are used to combat the criminal activity.


I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
Nas is always ready with his gun, liquor, and cigarette.


The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
Poser wannabes and low-level runners are eyeing Nas's domain.


Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
Nas is confident he can trap and eliminate anyone who challenges him.


And leave em done, won't even run about Gods
The results of Nas's actions will be permanent and not even the higher powers can reverse them.


I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas does not rely on religion or faith to conquer his challenges.


Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Nas is a non-conformist who challenges the status quo in the streets.


Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
Nas feels the pressure from law enforcement but is always ready with his weapon.


Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Nas is not the typical law-abiding citizen.


Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Nas is a heavy drinker and smoker who resides on the streets.


Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
Nas is always smoking marijuana.


When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Nas only wears designer clothes.


Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Nas is always walking with a confident swagger while wearing his hat backward.


Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
Nas enjoys engaging in sinful activities while his associates engage in the drug trade.


This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
Nas's music is sharp and incisive, and he is always ready to defend himself with his razor blade.


The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Nas never fit into the traditional schooling system.


Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
Life is full of fake people and bottom feeders who bring stress and negativity.


So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
Nas copes with life's challenges by drinking heavily and smoking marijuana.


The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
Nas is a hardened and aggressive criminal who can take down any competition.


The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Nas is not afraid to break the rules and offend others.


Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
The music industry is like the drug trade in its cut-throat nature and high stakes.


Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Nas used to wear the latest and most expensive shoes and sunglasses.


Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Nas now enjoys wearing expensive jewelry, sex with women, and owning firearms.


Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
Nas enjoys the finer things in life and has a penchant for attractive women and beer.


No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Nas's wealth is increasing and he is proud of it.


Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Nas is reminiscing on the early days of rap beef.


Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
This is another reference to early rap battles.


I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Nas's past involved daily involvement with his crew on the streets.


Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
Their activities always involved avoiding law enforcement.


If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
Part of their activities included standing outside areas where drugs were sold.


We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
The group also engaged in theft and other illegal activities for quick cash.


Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Nas has come to desire money just like everyone else in the game.


Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Nas does not rely on God for his fortunes, but rather wants to see a significant sum of money.


Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man
Nas acknowledges the power of firearms but does not want to be a fugitive from law enforcement.


But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Nas acknowledges that if he ever becomes destitute, he may resort to violent actions.


Then call the crew to get live too
Nas's crew is always ready to assist him in any way possible.


With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Nas's crew includes his siblings and an associate who is in charge of preparing drugs for sale.


Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
Nas and his crew have specific roles and tasks to maximize profits.


My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
Nas's drug trade is so extensive and on the streets that law enforcement is unable to shut it down completely.


It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
Nas encourages others to live a life of excess, even though it may be detrimental to their health and safety.


'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
Nas pays homage to his roots but is ready to move on and leave his past behind.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Nasir Jones, Christopher E. Martin

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[Chorus]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent

[Verse 1]
Straight up, shit is real
And any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers
We all stare at the out-of-towners
(Aiyyo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us
And killer coppers even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em
And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure

[Chorus]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent

[Verse 2]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moรซt drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
โ€˜Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's

[Chorus]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent

[Verse 3]
No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop
Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love

[Chorus]
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent

[Outro]
One time for your mothafuckin' mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over
To my man Big Will, he's still here
The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S
Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid
Can't forget Draws, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie
Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD
And my man Preemo from Gang Starr
'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)
Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though!

[Nas' posse]
Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas!
You bitch ass motherfuckers!
Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker!
Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back
That's just a warm up
โ€˜Cause I canโ€“ on anybody, anybody



All comments from YouTube:

@TheForzajuvexsempre

Nas is New York

@topshot2219

JuventusScelta Divita no one but ny and the magnetic area will understand. white black hispanic this culture raised from the gravel.... Hope every ones doing REAL GOOD in 2019

@RalphDaVillain

Nas is from my blessed NY. On some real shit though, Nas is universal!

@oliverrodriguezpregal9491

Nas is life

@amvrosiosmadouvalos9616

Prodigy is from canada then ... -.-

@codywashereasmr7436

Supreme team

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@selectorjahoutofjahfarisound

Nas sounded like some kind of street hero on this track.

@felipeprado1583

Street Savior

@tochiRTA

because the beat is magical. Some Prince of Persia type shit lmao. That's what makes Illmatic so fuckin dope - the crazy ass beats (and Nas murders them of course).

@kevinscholfield2037

There is a heavy but totally real quality to each of his verses, and an urgency too..probably more anger and rage and righteous knowledge all encassed and compressed within the entirety of the whole track, in response to the situation he and his crew and all the people living within QueensBridge were experiencing...this track and the whole album is how hip hop is meant to be done right done well with flawless execution on the lyrical front on the production front on the sequencing front....sound of the whole entire album sounds perfect too, with each track having its own unique sonic quality...one of the greatest works of music ever created ever conceived ever crafted and layed out on tape, that's for sure....

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