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    Street Discipline
    Ouvir álbum completo Street Discipline Ano de lançamento: 2004

    1. Intro
    2. A Message to the Feds, Sincerely We the People
    3. Nazareth Savage
    4. American Way - With Kelis
    5. These Are Our Heroes
    6. Disciple
    7. Sekou Story - With Scarlett
    8. Live Now - With Scarlett
    9. Rest of My Life
    10. Just a Moment - With Quan
    11. Reason - With Emily
    12. You Know My Style - Bônus
    1. Suicide Bounce - With Busta Rhymes
    2. Street's Disciple - With Olu Dara
    3. U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography of Rakim)
    4. Virgo - With Ludacris/Doug E. Fresh
    5. Remember the Times (Intro)
    6. Remember the Times
    7. The Makings of a Perfect B****
    8. Getting Married
    9. No One Else in the Room - With Maxwell
    10. Bridging the Gap - With Olu Dara
    11. War - With Keon Bryce
    12. Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)
    13. Thief's Theme - Bônus

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    Nas: This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
    Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our

    [Chorus: Nas]
    Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
    Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?
    Never got Emmy's but were real to me
    Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
    'Cause they said they played they parts well
    Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
    Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
    Whitey always tell him, Ooh, he speak so well
    Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
    The acceptable Negro -- hell nah
    But they say, These are our heroes

    [Verse 1: Nas]
    Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
    Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
    But there's somethin' they don't say
    Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay
    From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
    First he played his life cool just like Michael
    Now he rock ice too just like I do
    Yo, you can't do better than that?
    The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
    Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
    Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
    You turn around then you shit on Shaq
    Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
    He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
    Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
    To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
    But you let them use you as an example
    They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full


    [Verse 2: Nas]
    You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
    But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
    But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
    but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
    You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
    You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe
    Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
    Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
    These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
    Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
    Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout
    Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
    Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
    Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
    Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
    Fela to Miriam Makeba
    The mirror says you are the next American leader
    So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records
    These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
    Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
    But next year, who knows what we'll see?
    Ha-Ha, these are our heroes


    [Nas:] Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know
    the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
    Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Big up
    to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Tay Diggs
    what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit
    and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit.

    [Male Heckler:] Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though
    homie? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at
    all that paper. Drivin' around like a playboy in
    my hood. What type of shit is that?

    [overlapping dialogue]

    [Nas:] I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please
    Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I
    got a plane to catch. And I love you back. Ha-Ha
    yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE.

    [Thug Heckler:] Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky

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