The Art Of It
Nas Lyrics


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Fire spitter, I ain't never met a higher nigga
Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless
Mansion, marble foyer
I can afford a closet in alphabet order
A life, Adidas under A, the B for beater, Bottega
British Knights sneaker, my C so ill
That man I get chills when I look at my Christian Dior's, they kill
D is for Dries Van Noten
Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing
D cups, tequila and blunts
Weed, women, and liquor
Depending on the day is a different mission
They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on
The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on
Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up on
My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him
Speaking of G, the Gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it
.44s never could miss him, coming to see us
Glad to see you made it home to the hood, nigga
We blowing trees, tell me don't it feel good, nigga

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it
La-la-la
Put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La-la-la
Niggas in the hood don't live forever (my G niggas)
As long as we here together (my QB niggas)
We gon' put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La-la-la

Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket
Fuck maintaining, that's lame language
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick
Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out a magnum
And I'm the type who runs to the drama looking for who's clapping
Night boo
What I eat him, he like food
Pulled out the barrel
4-5ths rip through bone marrow
Make his toes spiral the dirt
While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter
Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters
When I attack I'm faceless like an iron mask
They get away quick traceless, lying back, liars pass
I breathe deep like Lamaze class
Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that
Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it
La-la-la
Put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La-la-la
Niggas in the hood don't live forever (my G niggas)
As long as we here together (my QB niggas)
We gon' put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La-la-la

Look I don't have that much time, candidly I'm in divorce
Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court
Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy
Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy
Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label
Y'all got plenty checks, CEO man
I'm only 36 but if it's p-point five on the table
I say with all respect my dude
Thank you, we had the best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the talent I possess
Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk then let you go
Could you imagine Nas the exec?
The artiste on the masters controlling your release
Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me
So my product'll be a big commodity
Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me
Cautiously I write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a G, there's no beef
I used to open to making fifty G's
But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze
My larynx'll serenade the hood
I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good
TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt
Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit
Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get
More real nigga shit

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it
La-la-la
Put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La-la-la
Niggas in the hood don't live forever (my G niggas)
As long as we together (my QB niggas)




We gon' put that good shit in the air (yeah)
La-la-la

Overall Meaning

The song "The Art Of It" by Nas J. Myers reflects on the life of a wealthy individual living in luxury surrounded by his possessions. The lyrics are filled with references to designer brands, alcohol, drugs, and women. The chorus "damn it feels good, it feels good don't it" expresses the joy and satisfaction that come with living a life of luxury.


The verses speak of the harsh realities that often come with such a lifestyle, including the threat of violence and death. Nas references his own personal struggles, including divorce and legal issues, while also contemplating his future as both an artist and potential executive in the music industry.


The song is a commentary on the dual nature of a life of luxury, with both its pleasures and its dangers. It showcases Nas' skillful lyricism and ability to convey complex ideas and emotions through his music.


Line by Line Meaning

Fire spitter, I ain't never met a higher nigga
I'm an extremely talented rapper, and I've never met anyone who can top my skills


Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless
It's impossible for me to not be relevant or successful, like it's impossible for Queensbridge to not have drug addicts


Mansion, marble foyer
I have an incredibly luxurious home with a grand entrance


I can afford a closet in alphabet order
I have so much money that I can organize my clothes in alphabetical order


A life, Adidas under A, the B for beater, Bottega
My life is organized like my closet, with Adidas shoes under the letter A, beat-up shoes under the letter B, and expensive Bottega Veneta shoes elsewhere


British Knights sneaker, my C so ill
I have such cool shoes, even my third-best ones (British Knights) are amazing


That man I get chills when I look at my Christian Dior's, they kill
I get so excited when I see my Christian Dior shoes because they're so awesome


D is for Dries Van Noten
I like the fashion brand Dries Van Noten


Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing
Young rap artists try to copy my style and success


D cups, tequila and blunts
I like women with large breasts, tequila, and smoking blunts


Weed, women, and liquor
My favorite things are smoking weed, hanging out with women, and drinking alcohol


Depending on the day is a different mission
I have different goals each day


They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on
People are curious about what clothes I'm wearing


The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on
I'm a big fan of producer Pete Rock, and I've incorporated his style into my music


Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up on
I have an attractive woman who rolls my joints for me


My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him
My friends in Mount Vernon, a city in New York, are always loyal and represent for me


Speaking of G, the Gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it
I'm a skilled shooter and can use my gun to attack anyone


.44s never could miss him, coming to see us
I use a .44 caliber gun, which always hits its target, and people come to visit me because of my reputation


Glad to see you made it home to the hood, nigga
I'm happy to see my friend safely back in the neighborhood


We blowing trees, tell me don't it feel good, nigga
We're smoking marijuana together, doesn't it feel great?


Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket
More guns are being made, resulting in more deaths


Fuck maintaining, that's lame language
I don't care about long-term stability, that's boring


Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick
Everyone eventually dies, so I try to avoid danger


Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out a magnum
I've seen gunfire and high-powered guns like magnums


And I'm the type who runs to the drama looking for who's clapping
I put myself in dangerous situations to find out who's responsible for violence


Night boo
I'm addressing a woman I'm sexually attracted to


What I eat him, he like food
I dominate other men sexually


Pulled out the barrel
I took out my gun


4-5ths rip through bone marrow
My .45 caliber gun blasts through someone's body


Make his toes spiral the dirt
The force of the gun makes the victim's toes dig into the ground


While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter
The victim's body convulses and thrashes like a runner's


Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters
The police have a plan to arrest black men for three years at a time


When I attack I'm faceless like an iron mask
When I commit crimes, I make sure I can't be identified


They get away quick traceless, lying back, liars pass
Criminals escape quickly and quietly, leaving no evidence behind


I breathe deep like Lamaze class
I take deep breaths to stay calm and focused, like a woman in a Lamaze childbirth class


Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
I believe in enjoying life, learning, and living a long time


Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that
I don't want to die violently


Look I don't have that much time, candidly I'm in divorce
I'm going through a divorce and don't have much free time


Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court
There are rumors about me getting arrested for driving under the influence and going to court often


Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy
I've been charged with assault and have to face different judges for it


Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy
I'm so attractive that other men's wives want to have sex with me


Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label
Record labels don't want me as an enemy


Y'all got plenty checks, CEO man
Record labels have plenty of money and power


I'm only 36 but if it's p-point five on the table
I'm only 36 years old, but I'll ask for half a million dollars upfront from record labels


I say with all respect my dude
I'm trying to be polite


Thank you, we had the best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the talent I possess
Thank you for the good memories, but I value respect and my own skills more than anything


Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk then let you go
I could end up running a record label someday and possibly fire the person I'm talking to


Could you imagine Nas the exec?
Can you picture me as a record label executive?


The artiste on the masters controlling your release
I'd be the one in charge of my music's distribution


Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me
People might not appreciate my music until I'm dead


So my product'll be a big commodity
My music will become valuable after I die


Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me
I don't care if my children benefit financially from my success


Cautiously I write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a G, there's no beef
I'm being careful with what I say next because I'm a gangster and I don't want any problems


I used to open to making fifty G's
I used to be willing to perform for just fifty thousand dollars


But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze
Now I spend that much money on jewelry for my partner


My larynx'll serenade the hood
My voice will make the neighborhood happy


I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good
I can confess to the police that I have cocaine in my bloodstream and they won't arrest me


TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt
The media is hoping that I'll become involved in pornography after my divorce


Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit
I'm not like other men, I'm sophisticated


Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get
This is just a small preview of what my fans should expect


More real nigga shit
More honest and authentic music from me




Lyrics Ā© Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Anthony Criss, Jamal Sublett, Keir Gist, Nasir Jones, Peter O. Phillips, Vincent Brown

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Steven Rice

From "Illmatic" to "King's Disease," Nas consistently been bringing that fyah!

Lamar Smith

I feel you my brotheršŸ’ÆšŸ’ÆšŸ’Æ

Shakur

Hardest joint on the album. Flawless beat, flawless bars, flawless flow.

Calvin Royal

Stop hating 2pac...

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Factssss.. my favourite joint!

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Yhhh g harddd.

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For real!!! šŸ’ÆšŸ’ÆšŸ’Æ

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What? Why is he a fool

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