One Plus One lyrics

[Intro: Nas]
Large Pro, Nas
Travelin' through the mind, one time
Yeah, get blitzed to this

[Verse 1: Nas]
The greatest lesson ever learnt has yet to be taught
n*ggas runnin' outta court like, "What the f*ck they thought?"
It made me sob up, my mans, I just can't picture bein' locked up
They used to bein' mad fly, 850i style Cherokee
Letters read: "Nas, they could never bury me"
But through me, my n*gga, 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 gin
Bloodshot Hennessy eyes, Infiniti drives
Without a sound, Queens bound
Pauly got a call from Walt from 40
Meetin' out in Beach Channel with peeps from Hammels
Blunted n*ggas get roasted in they rides
Soak they tongues in Remy
Heat's in the 5-Series, high and leery
When them 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 sayin' "The Honorable"
Wealthy, Wall Street, read the chronicles
I f*ck big titty chicks, who 'tic the Long Island City licks
Drunk off the A-zé with Henny mix
Mad n*ggas is jeal' like TCB, teachin' me
Everythin' you see ain't always what it be
Hardly able to chill, night ills, feelin' slight chills
Findin' out that rich n*ggas have to write wills
High 'til I die, Eldorado red, pack the Uz-o
Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo
[Bridge: Nas & (Large Professor)]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-laaaah
(Yeah, yeah, ah-huh, ah-huh)
La-la-laaaaah, la-laaah, la-laaaaaah

[Verse 2: Large Professor]
The stages and phases that we go through
In a lifetime may be more than a few
'Cause 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 repeatin'
I'm beatin' the drum on the dumb and blurry
Don't worry the least bit about sh*t
When the weak split, the raw brain remain long reign
This is possible, I know and charge like a rhino, bro
I gotta let this music go
For the maestro climbs higher heights, though
Season a bassline, in mind of a big dark 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 tech' and solve a
Problem in no time, you'll lose your mind
Tryna calculate the rate of the Large incline
Outta nowhere, I go where few can go
On the strength, I be risin' on tunes and flow
With the flock, very seldom
Words when I weld 'em
Connect for the perfect brew, I.U