Street's Disciple
Nas Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah

You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, description might fit you
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's goin'

The hood waits for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration
Imagination is what they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were born
Street's disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects

Moonstruck stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin' Tyson
After watchin' him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke baggin' and toe-taggin'

They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son they bitin' you"
He never got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were born
Street's Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects

Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all this time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us that we could ever leave
From the block, where the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again, fuck these
Devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in a cycle, future disciples

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were born




Street's Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects

Overall Meaning

The song "Street's Disciple" by Nas is the title track of his 2004 double-album. The song features a hard-hitting beat produced by L.E.S. and an iconic chorus that repeats the word "Disciple" with increasing intensity. Nas's lyrics are introspective and forceful, expressing his identity as an artist and a citizen of the streets. Nas starts his verse proclaiming his dominance over other rappers and his knack for bringing the drama to the city. He references his previous songs, such as "Nas Is Like" and "Thugz Mansion," as well as his love for money and fashion. Nas also references historical figures like the apostles and compares them with himself, stating that he is a disciple of music. Despite his violent lyrical content, Nas also addresses the issue of preventing violence and advocates for awareness of social injustice. Overall, "Street's Disciple" is a song that highlights Nas's skill in storytelling and his pride in his identity as a rapper from Queensbridge.


Line by Line Meaning

Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?
Nas introduces the song's year and greets L.E.S., one of the album's producers.


Prophesy!
L.E.S. calls out to Nas as he begins his verse, indicating that he is predicting greatness from Nas's rhymes.


Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Let's go!)
The chorus repeats the word 'disciple' multiple times, emphasizing that Nas is a disciple of music, but specifically of street beats.


Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas asserts his dominance over the city's rap scene, stating that he could out-rap any other artist in any situation.


Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My Bitch In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit
Nas references his own songs 'Nas Is Like' and 'Thugz Mansion,' and boasts about his love for money and how he inspires people to dance.


Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
Nas describes himself as royalty, stating that even the ancient Egyptians would ride camels to see him, and that wealth and jewelry are drawn to him.


Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
Nas proclaims that his influence is undeniable and that he cannot be ignored. He also boasts about his connections to Italian mobsters.


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
Nas separates himself from other top hip-hop artists like 50 Cent, Jay-Z, and Diddy, and claims that his lyrics are more impactful and powerful.


Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though
Nas explains that he is like a hero to his fans, and that his rhymes pack a punch similar to other famous rappers without the same vocal stutter.


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
Nas reveals advice given to him by his older brother to continue blazing a trail in hip-hop and stay true to himself, not following the trends of other rappers who wear book bags and trucker hats.


Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Esco!)
The chorus repeats again, emphasizing the importance of Nas's background on the streets as a part of his musical disciple.


Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music
Nas compares himself to the disciples of Jesus, explaining that he is a disciple of music in the same way that they were followers of Christ.


Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Nas explains that the beats of the street are central to his music, but he is not duplicating the musical themes of others. He also extends an invitation to his critics.


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
Nas promises to deliver a true look inside the life of a rap star, holding nothing back and even delivering some tough truths.


Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
Nas describes the violent nature of the inner-city, but promises to try and prevent it. However, if someone presents a weapon to him, he will defend himself without hesitation.


Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
Nas is serious about his role in the rap game and demands the utmost respect. He warns that his words may be chilling and one should prepare for the worst.


See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Nas describes his wealth and luxury cars and mentions that if he does not know someone, he will end up tagging their toe in the morgue.


Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
Nas describes the brutal lengths that he will go to in order to protect himself or his reputation. He also mentions indulging in luxurious parties as a sort of reward.


While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs
Nas continues to describe his life of violence and the ease with which he is able to take out his enemies, declaring that he is beyond fearing death because he is already passed that. He also references how the rap game has moved away from the gritty reality of street life and into songs of love and affection.


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
Nas is concerned that the rap game has lost its passion and has become a shell of its former self. He also cites the trend of famous rappers fighting with non-rappers and finds it comical that people criticize him for being too political in his raps.


Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, HERE IT IS!
Nas declares that his reputation for being aware and informed is undeniable. He also references his favorite movie 'Braveheart' and how he feels a connection to the film's themes of freedom and fighting against oppression. He further emphasizes his point by stating that he is the 'realest.'




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi

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