Villian
Nas Lyrics


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I'm the nigga walkin with his finger Annotateon the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin
I'm rollin with a mob and runnin from the cops
Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks
A marijuana addict, if niggas want static
They had it, cause I flip just like a acrobatic
I'm always on the corners rollin up Sess
When I dress it's never nothin less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin sins and my friends sell crack
I got it goin on, my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
Army certifies, keep a Rent-A-Ride
Strippin mad hoes and kick em to the side
See I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
Start a lot of shit and shoot at out of towners
At every block party, I try to catch a body
All for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin fun
Livin by the Mac, my gear is all black
I keep killin, because I'm ready and I'm willin
And I'm a villian

What?
What?
Wha-a-a-t?

I got beef with the President and still lovin it
Trying to make plans to overthrow the government
It won't work cause niggas don't believe enough
They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
Around they wrist, you don't like the sound of this
Rebel, but my country doesn't want me
They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all
While you fuckin with the dealers we'll be sticking up the malls
Full of anger, all about danger
Pullin out my banger, stabbin up a stranger
I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep
And use a whole lot of slang when I speak
Walking with a vest, the projects is where I rest
And the streets keep me stressed
Staring at your face, wait for you to make a sound
That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up
All in black, and put you in a box
A hard rock with a .25 in my socks
Aiming at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands
I'm buckwild like Billy Bear and Ganz
Prince of pistolers, words are crystal clear
And this you should fear
The maniac keeps killing, I'm known as a outlaw
'Cause I'm a villain

What?
What?
Wha-a-a-t?

I keep bullets racing out the barrels of a Magnum
Put em to sleep and leave the Doctors to tag them
An outlaw, although I never wear a holster
In every town you see my face is on a poster
Hear so many gunshots my eardrums should pop
Eyesight should stop, from seeing mad niggas drop
To the concrete, I got police putting chalk on the street
And this is done once a week
I'm out to kill, like Navy Seals
I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do my .380 will
I never play with a AK
Because I'm fine with a .9 and if caught I'll do lesser time
Sometimes you gotta plan shit, and understand it
See I'm a bandit whose hand'll itch
Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin it
I stay blunted, I'm the project's most wanted
My voice is like magic
My cassette is the clip and your radio's the Automatic
So when I'm in your town, "duck down"
Or take fire, whatever you desire
But I'm on point you might miss
Never fight this, you'll be sightless when I strike this
So roll the dice, I'm stoppin the bank
It's ill how I got the pen droppin the ink
No one can stop this Apocalypse
On your record player a method layer so run and tell your Mayor
Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer
I'm the New York City slayer
I play high post and then lay low




Parlay slow and wear horns, not a halo
And keep killin, cause I'm a villain

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nas's song Villian are a representation of the life and mind of a man who takes pride in his criminal activities. The song depicts the singer as a cold-blooded killer who is not afraid of law enforcement and is always on the run. He flaunts his illegal wealth and makes it clear that he has a beef with the President and is planning to overthrow the government. Throughout the song, he boasts about his weapons, his marijuana addiction, his criminal friends, and his violent tendencies. The lyrics are a powerful commentary on the life of a man who exists outside of societal norms and values.


The lyrics of Villian highlight the struggles and frustrations of marginalized communities that have been neglected and oppressed by the government. The singer expresses his anger and disappointment with the government, which has failed to provide him with opportunities and a decent life. Instead, he resorts to a life of crime, violence, and rebellion.


The song's lyrics also reflect the reality of many black men who have been forced to turn to crime due to the lack of economic opportunities and the systemic racism that plagues society. The singer's violent tendencies and criminal activities are portrayed not as a choice but as a coping mechanism for his unfortunate circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm the nigga walkin with his finger on the trigger
I am constantly alert and on high alert for any danger, ready to shoot at a moment's notice


Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I will do whatever it takes to make money and increase my wealth


I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
I am not someone who you can easily intimidate or challenge, as I am always ready for a fight


Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin
If I am handed a firearm I can quickly turn violent and force others to obey me


I'm always on the corners rollin up Sess
I frequently smoke marijuana and can be found hanging out on street corners


When I dress it's never nothin less than Guess
I only wear high-end clothing and am very particular about the brands I wear


I keep killin, because I'm ready and I'm willin
I am willing and prepared to continue committing acts of violence and killing others if necessary


See I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
I am someone who always carries a weapon, specifically a four-pound firearm


At every block party, I try to catch a body
Whenever I attend a party, I am always attempting to kill someone to earn respect and recognition


I got beef with the President and still lovin it
I have a negative opinion of the President of the United States and enjoy opposing him


They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
Others would rather stay on the streets and get arrested, rather than joining me in trying to overthrow the government


Pullin out my banger, stabbin up a stranger
I am comfortable using both firearms and knives to hurt others, even if they are strangers to me


I got police putting chalk on the street
I regularly cause the deaths of others and leave a trail of crime scenes for the police to investigate


I never play with a AK
I prefer to use a smaller firearm like a .9, which carries less severe legal consequences if caught


Sometimes you gotta plan shit, and understand it
I am a planner and strategist, taking time to carefully plot out my criminal actions


My voice is like magic
I have a compelling or persuasive speaking style, which can easily convince others to follow my lead


No one can stop this Apocalypse
I feel unstoppable and believe that the world will suffer an apocalypse-style outcome if I am ever taken down or stopped


Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer
I am dominant and in control, and anyone who crosses me should be prepared to face the consequences


Parlay slow and wear horns, not a halo
I am not a traditional good person, with an angelic or benevolent nature, but instead thrive in a darker, more devilish lifestyle




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