Zone Out
Nas Lyrics


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Braveheart for life

[Repeat: x8]
"Z-z-z-zone out"

So y'all wit me? Yea, what, yea
Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man
Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, , four head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit
Back in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so delicious
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
Drop son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket
The peeps be like one (one)
I'm moving on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science S-see-I-E-N-see-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia
The only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them Heisman drop outs
Niggas who copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench
Now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga don't stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift executioners
And that's Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Running from D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm all about
To all my real niggas





[Repeats]
"Z-z-z-zone Out"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nas's song, "Zone Out," reflect the rapper's personal style and experiences, with themes of violence, guns, drugs, and the harsh realities of life in the projects. The song begins with the refrain "Braveheart for life," which expresses the loyalty of the rapper and his crew to each other. Nas then urges his listeners to join him in fighting against their enemies: "Why don't y'all blast on these n****s, man?" The following verses describe a violent, unforgiving world where survival depends on being prepared to use lethal force at a moment's notice.


The second half of the song features Nas bragging about his success and lifestyle, which contrast with the violence and hardships he has been describing. He boasts of having six houses and six bank accounts in six countries, and brags about getting high with his enemies' girlfriends. The song ends with a repetition of the refrain "Zone Out," indicating Nas's desire to escape from the harsh realities of his world.


Overall, "Zone Out" is a reflection of Nas's experiences in the Queensbridge projects, and his determination to succeed despite the dangers and obstacles he faces. The song's themes of loyalty, violence, and material success reflect the complex realities of life in the ghetto.


Line by Line Meaning

Braveheart for life
I am Braveheart for life.


"Z-z-z-zone out"
I am zoned out.


Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Put away your flashy jewelry.


Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
I am Braveheart and from the projects.


We live the life where the blood spills
We live a violent life.


Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
The same thing that other people died for will get you killed.


Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
I always carry a gun.


Pull out, , four head gone 'n
If I pull my gun, four heads will roll.


Sloppy, droppin' you birds
I am quick to kill.


Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
I shoot at close range for a greater chance of hitting my target.


No bullshit
I am serious.


Back in ya hand, find me
Retaliate against me.


Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
Death is inevitable, call Earl.


Y'all made criminals
The system made us criminals.


Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Young kids are trying to sell crack and bust guns like Bow Wow's age.


Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Being in jail is a living hell and we dream of moving on to heaven.


Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
I've been dealing with issues since I was young, including promiscuity.


Way too foul walk around all the time
I am always involved in foul activities.


With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
I carry a gun and drugs on me.


Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
We are ready to go to war.


Scared straight, but fuck them hos
We are not afraid, but don't care about women.


Keep it, dead serious
I am very serious.


Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin'
Don't believe me until you see me taking action.


Now you sleep with them fishes
You will be killed and thrown in the water.


G-W-I-Z, so delicious
I am G-Wiz and can be deadly.


To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
This is for women in the suburbs and ghetto.


I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
I am moving on and promoted by God's Son.


And this is the military turn it up
I am ready for war.


My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah
I am more effective than you.


Heat talk feet walk you run uh
I will scare you and you will run away.


Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
Gunshots can be heard.


Drop son, pull out
Drop dead, or pull your gun out.


You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket
Retreat or die.


The peeps be like one (one)
Everyone is united.


G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
God's Son can seduce women.


With my testosterone, male hormone
I have a lot of testosterone.


Enough for a giant's body, science S-see-I-E-N-see-E
I have a lot of testosterone and it is scientifically proven.


Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Don't mess with me, I am invincible.


Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
I will never be broke like Michael Jackson and Al Sharpton.


That's that, who made this style, solo or X
Who made this style, Solo or DMX.


Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep
Are you a doctor or part of Mobb Deep?


Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death
I don't care who made it, meet your death.


I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
I wear my own brand, and have a new line coming out like movies.


Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Remember the original, people still trying to show they are rich.


Town house niggas
Wealthy people who live in town houses.


I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
I am very wealthy.


Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
I am lying, who cares that's boring.


While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
Pictures of Bravehearts enjoying themselves.


A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
There are many of us and we are all making progress.


You got a house in Virginia
You are wealthy and have a house in Virginia.


The only way you sicker than us
The only way you are better than us.


Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
Getting caught with a small gun is foolish.


No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
There is no need for violence because you will die anyway.


Yo, this is for them Heisman drop outs
This is for those who didn't make it in football.


Niggas who copped out
People who gave up.


If you prefer shots over knockouts
If you prefer guns over fighting.


Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
Using drugs.


Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
Dealing drugs.


You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
You are a thug and won't give up.


Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Bravehearts will do whatever it takes to get money.


Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
I am sleeping with my enemy's girlfriend.


I used to have a bike on a bench
I used to be poor.


Now I got a jeep on this trip
Now I am wealthy and can afford a Jeep.


Coke in the pot, heat on my head
I have drugs and a gun on me.


Nigga don't stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Don't stop shooting because your target is moving.


Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Keep shooting until the gun is empty in Queens.


Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
We are very ruthless and have no excuses.


Useless to these swift executioners
We will execute quickly and efficiently.


And that's Queensbridge nigga, all day
That's Queensbridge all the time.


Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Dealing drugs and using drugs.


Running from D's quickly knockout rookies
We are quick to run from the police and take down rookies.


G Wiz you know what I'm all about
I am G Wiz and you know what I am about.


To all my real niggas
This is for my real friends.


"Z-z-z-zone out"
I am zoned out.




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

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