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Disciple
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Disciple was released on November 30, 2004 by Sony Urban Music/Columbia as a part of the album Street's Disciple
November 30, 2004
LabelSony Urban Music/Columbia
LanguageEnglish
BPM95
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
2004, yeah
L, what up? Prophesy
Yeah, it's prophesy, baby
[Verse 2]
Disciple, disciple (What?)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Let's go)
[Verse 3]
Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime the city's mine
Nas is like love undying, money's my bitch in Thugz Mansion
Thugs dancin' around the fly shit
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles
Money, jewelry, want me then come get me
Hit me but don't miss me, you history
Lead flowin' around like a frisbee
Italian dons from Sicily, kiss me
[Verse 4]
This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this aint Diddy, this ain't Pretty
Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though
My big bro told me plain and simple, Nas, do not look back
Watch where you took rap, no book bags or trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin', what the fuck is that? Freestyle
[Verse 5]
Disciple, disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Esco)
[Verse 6]
Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music
Streets beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
Get a smack in your face 'cause I hurt up, traumatize, llama
Bust shells, destroy yet tryna prevent violence
[Verse 7]
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
You dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis
Man who stole the summer, hand straight gleamin'
If I don't know you, toe tag you, drag you through the cement
.44 mag, body parts in my man's Maserati car
Then party hard in Madagascar while rigor mortis'll grab ya
Him retarded, I'm past that
Gloves on, where the mask at?
Too many love songs, all the thugs gone, what happened?
Where's the passion? Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Laughin', sayin', Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias, work to the Braveheart
Written on my bare chest, the realest, here it is
[Verse 8]
Disciple, disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets)
Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Esco)
Written by: Leshan Lewis, Nasir Jones
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