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Friday, July 6, 2012

Nas Feat Mary J. Blige - Reach Out lyrics

This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise

Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms

And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself

3:45 am can’t sleep, can’t dream
I’m stuck, money problems pop up
How will I survive, 
Guess it’s best to decide not to decide

So that’s my decision

Whatever happens happens
I keep making my millions
Can see myself in presidential 
Campaign dinners

But I’m gassing blunts around 
S bunch of gang members

When you’re too hood to be in 
them Hollywood circles

And you’re too rich to be in 
that hood that birthed you

And you become better than legends 
you thought were the greatest

And out grow women you love and 
Thought you could stay with

Life become clearer when 
You wipe down your mirror

And leave notes around for 
yourself to remember

I like to teach and build
With brothers about how easy
It is to reach a mill

All you need is some skill, 
Then it’s grind time

Imagination better than knowledge, 
Say’s Einstein

It’s all in the mind

Nasty the nicest, 
I’m somewhat of a psychic

Just one minute after it’s heard
You all excited, 
you all repeat it

So call me a genius, 
if you did't

Now that I said it I force you to think it

Write in my little vignettes, 
sipping Mort

When you vision me, 
you vision the best

When I was young they called me, 
Olu’s son

Now he Nas father, 
I was the good seed

He was the wise gardener

Beautiful life, 
often I dream that 
I can bring my niggas

Conservatives don’t 
Understand slang linguistics

The burbs talking like the 
Hood’ll change with quickness

Love the skinny model chicks 
But I prefer the thickness

So what I rap about my 
Riches and I’m ostentatious

Get out of gangsta 
Business seen in me you basic

Try to compare what 
You live to the life I master

See the fly shit I wear, 
You try to rock it after

Big bracelets, 
Gold any different faces

White wine spritzers and 
Switzerland on vacation

The strip club scene favours 
Your supreme banker

Dope fiend neighbours, 
Growing up I’ve seen paper

I describe it, 
Hope you can visualize it

This is reminiscent to all 
The parks in the project

When my bread is nice, 
Can rival your foam posits

Don’t make me pull my ? out the closet

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