One Mic
by Nas

Album: Stillmatic (2001)
Charted: 43
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  • One time, yeah, yeah

    Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
    One nigga front, my face on the front page
    Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
    One God to show me how to do things his son did
    Pure, like a cup of virgin blood, mixed with
    151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
    Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit
    Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
    Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbage's
    Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
    Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us
    One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
    But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
    Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
    Richochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in
    Blackin' out as I shoot back, fuck gettin' hit
    This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
    'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
    Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
    Sent from the star, sun and the moon
    In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
    Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors
    If you really think you ready to die with 9s out
    This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now

    Yo, all I need is one mic
    All I need is one mic (that's all I need)
    All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)
    All I need is one mic (yeah)

    All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
    One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin
    Matter of fact, maybe more than one, look back
    At all the hatred against me, fuck all of them
    Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
    From twin Glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
    Which means, one of my guns was holdin' 17
    Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
    Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral
    Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
    Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs
    My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air
    I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
    Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many 9s
    If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis
    Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty
    There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush
    Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut
    That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down
    'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now

    All I need is one mic (that's all I need, nigga, that's all I need)
    All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)
    All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing you know?)
    All I need is one mic (this is all I need)

    All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man
    What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand
    Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
    Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
    Wonder what my secrets is, niggas'll move on you
    Only if they know what your weakness is, I have none
    Too late to grab guns, I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga
    Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas
    What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'
    War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'
    Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin' each other
    Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
    You know the block was ill as a youngster
    Every night it was like a cop would get killed, body found in the dumpster
    For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwin' dirt on my name
    Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain
    Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished
    Shoulda knew she wasn't true, she came to me when her man caught a sentence
    Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes
    Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
    Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real
    Heard he was tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?
    This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found
    You need some soul searchin', the time is now

    All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    All I need is one mic (that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)
    All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry, uh-huh)
    All I need is one mic (spread my voice to the whole world, whole world, baby) Writer/s: Chucky Thompson, Nasir Jones
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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  • Anthony from Long Island, NyIllmatic and album by Nas received the glamorous 5 Mics from The Source magazine.
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