Nas True Dialect Lyrics

1 A.M., I'm at my best twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S.
With my grimeys, {n____z} blowin' up throughout the 90's
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece
Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause {s___} gets hot,
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fake the plot
While {n____z} walk around with all they got in one knot
For real, I build a mini Israel, others the fish scale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'ma sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup
Your last supper's served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
Straight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'.