(feat. Nas)



[Intro: Nas]

Large Pro., Nas.  Traveling through your mind one time.

Get bliss to this.



[Verse One: Nas]

The greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught

niggaz running outta court like "what the fuck they thought?"

It made me somber, my mans I just can't picture being locked up

they used to being mad fly

850 I style

Cherokee, letters read Nas they could never bury me

but kill me, my nigga you free

Truly, reppin' QB

my life is like a movie

The credits at the end

and the film plays again

The script is every rhyme I ever said 

off the head

Infinity drive

Without a sound Queens bound

Paully got a call for war out from 40

Meeting out in Beach Channel

with peeps from Hammel

Blunted niggaz get roasted in they rides

soak they tongues to Remy

Heat's in the 5 series  high and leery

when those blue and white cars drive near me

Avirex, Gore-TeX wet with fly jewelry

Israelite original insight and lethal

first Hebrew

God sent golden Asian phenomenal

you can't say the name Nas without saying the honorable

Wealthy, Wall Street read the chronicle

I fuck big titty chicks

who sip the Long Island City lix

Drunk off the Azay (Alize) with Henny mixed

Mad niggaz is jail like TCB teach me

everything you see ain't always what it be

Hardly able to chill night ills feeling slight chills

finding out that rich nigga got to write wills

High 'til I die Eldorado red pack the Uz-o

pretty thug Last Don by Mario Puzo



[Verse Two: Large Professor]

Stages and places that we go through

in a lifetime, maybe more than a few

'Cuz one day you're A and the next you may

have a brand new topic and see a new way

Like history, while it's repeating 

I'm beating the drum on the dumb and blurry don't worry

The least bit

about shit when the weak split

The raw brain remains 

long range

This is possible I know and charge like a rhino

bro, I gotta let this music go

For the maestro 

climbs higher heights yo

Season a bass line

and mind of a Bandog shrine

In hell, can't tell 

all the times I fell

But can

tell the thing called man I stand

In the eyes of the father tasteful like guava

unravel and break down a tec and solve a

Problem, in no time you'll lose your mind

tryin' to calculate the rate of the Large's incline

Out of nowhere, I go where few can go

on the strength I be rising on tunes and flow

with the flock very seldom 

words when I weld them

Connect for the perfect brew

I you