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Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones ( /nɑːˈsɪər/; born September 14, 1973), better known mononymously as Nas ( /ˈnɑːz/), is an American rapper and actor. He is also the son of jazz musician Olu Dara. Nas has released eight consecutive platinum and multi-platinum albums since 1994, four of which topped the Billboard charts upon release and has sold over thirteen-million records in the United States alone. Nas was also part of the hip hop supergroup The Firm, which released one album under Dr. Dre's record label Aftermath. Aside from rapping, Nas is also an occasional actor and has appeared in feature films such as Hype Williams' directorial debut Belly, Ticker and In Too Deep and the television show Hawaii Five-0. more »

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(Hit-Boy)

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million

Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie
Leadin' like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in
Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kids
While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms, they rattin' on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon
Took the property over, since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn't get cash this long, last this long
Platinum cards with our ratchets on
Laid back, ox blood seats with the hazards on

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (ooh)

Murcielago mob flow
'20 Chevy Tahoe's
And I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though
Condos in different time zones
Way before y'all was double cuppin' the Styrofoam
Come on thug, had to lay it down in lamest terms, yeah
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word, yeah
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, thinkin' 'bout shit from the '80s
Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiri when all the Nike's was Penny's
Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi' (few billi')
If I sell my masters I need a trilli' (needa trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (run it)
And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million

Mob shit
Legitimate
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah
Unsurmountable shit
Yeah, uh
It's too serious

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