Nas – Blue Benz (Audio, Lyrics)

Nas’ most recent body of work, King’s Disease features “Blue Benz”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Hit-Boy, Rogét Chahayed & Penthouse Parti.

Nas Blue Benz

Those who value Nas in the lyrical hierarchy of greats likely stand in agreement that his storytelling is second to none. We’ve seen this time and time again, be it on the adventurous “I Gave You Power, the whirlwind God’s Son opener “Get Down,” or the reflective and thrilling “Pussy Kills.” And on his brand new album King’s Diseased, produced entirely by Hit-Boy, Nas carries on the tradition with another deftly woven tale in “Blue Benz.”

Rendered in stunning detail, Nas wastes little time in setting a scene. “I used to be at The Tunnel twenty deep in a huddle,” he spits, in his opening bars. “Razors on us that’ll make skin bubble.” Before long, we’re thrust into that rabbit hole called memory lane, as Nas captures the cutthroat mentality he moved with during his come-up. “Chris Lighty let me in a few times with nines,” he declares. “That’s on God, wish you woulda walked by / and bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong / My chain on, try to book me, you gone.”

As the minimalist and bouncy beat unfolds beneath him, Nas’ flow reaches dexterous heights as he reflects on a woman he used to know — the one who owned the titular “Blue Benz,” brought to life through a fascinating lyrical character study.

Nas – Blue Benz (prod. Hit-Boy, Rogét Chahayed & Penthouse Parti)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjZkth5sTXU

Lyrics

[Intro]
As we go through life, one of the big questions about
Things we purchase is— is, what the value of it is
Is it really worth it?

[Verse 1]
I used to be at The Tunnel twenty deep in a huddle
Razors on us that’ll make skin bubble, Moet, we guzzle
Chris Lighty let me in a few times with nines
That’s on God, wish you woulda walked by
And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong
My chain on, try to book me, you gone
Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles of Dom
Took risks, this ain’t what you want, there’s rules to this
Don’t get it misconstrued, my suit game is crisp
Silk, linen, chiffon, Dior to Diadora
But I rock custom more, that hustler aura, tap in
Razor cutter, nineties, eighties lover, raised in gutters
Raised above it, they made it up out the hood subject, I made you love it
Crazy, I knew this chick, she had a blue Benz
A Jersey penthouse, she used to pimp girls that would turn rich men out
Her coke habits was so savage
She hear voices and see ghosts on the average
Of her stepdad, he raised her from a carriage
She was twelve when he passed, she’s been in hell since that
Her grandma raised her, I met her in Kingston, Jamaica
Where veteran kingpins bought acres, rest in peace Louie Rankin
Original Don Dada

[Interlude]
Come here, come rude bwoy
Uno waan ramp with bomboclaat me
Come, come on!
I murder people fi fun
Murder uno bomboclaat fi fun

[Verse 2]
Peace signs in the air for son
Put his name on the street sign there where he from
Whenever we hear his bangers, flare up a blunt
And praise God, and pray we all prepared when He come for us
Just opened my new office, West Coast branch
Place my teacup on the saucer, it’s Esco, man
Bossed up, nothing feels better than doing deals with my brothers
It’s surreal, how I feel, y’all should love us
Life is a test so congratulations to your success
For having patience, you deserve the best
You know how they do niggas, the IRS
People I ain’t even met take it out my check
They the biggest gangster, I respect the jooks
We buyin’ big boy mansions, they respect the crooks
This for my project niggas and blue Benzes
Mercedes emblems with they bitch with ’em