It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Nas remix)

as you can see I’m very passionate kicking the mathematic shit.

my niggas tell me that I’m such a rap activist.

relaxing to this dap of a magical rap leverage.

the never average flow, going through all the trash and shit.

I’m tryna bring lyricism back.

they say they want that real rap shit, I’ll let my spirit give ‘em that.

my lyrics come from out the dome very naturally.

so in love with chaos, I’m bout to marry Casualties.

it had to be me to come out to slaughter rhymes.

I’m not the type to play tricks wit ya daughters mind.

I see myself and my pockets getting swell.

living life in a state far and well, it ain’t hard to tell.

 

 

 

(verse: 2)

reminiscing about the old days, when I was a no name and so lame.

as I got older I’m now apart of the dope game.

slanging records, this rap shit is just a game of checkers.

labels capture your real image and take control of you.

and you can no longer make ya own move.

they take control of everything that you touch, even ya home too.

how could you not detect the lies that they told you.

not gonna lie, the way they do it be a cold move.

I kick the shit that’ll make ya soul move.

I care less about my albums going gold too.

I’m in this shit for the respect, giving MCs hell.

rhymes I rock well, it ain’t hard to tell.

 

 

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Stupid, foul and faggot bitches stressed me out for roasting.

Move a crowd of activists and wrecked ya style of dope shit.

Shoot ya pal for dragging shit then step to y’all ferocious.

criminal zone, niggas be thinking they own the whole land.

where I stand, bitches get wicked and try to hold hands.

Y’all want music, hit the tiktok page.

I’m happy as fuck, cause a nigga just got paid.

I’m bout to spend my money on all bullshit.

told my ex that I want her back, April fools bitch.

every time I come around you can see the smile.

this Rap Shit we passed the second season now.

y’all know I rock the rhymes well, it ain’t hard to tell.