Straight from hip-hop's allegorical Queensbridge, New York, projects to the studio, with an oven-roasted voice, adulate flow, man-child eyes and a authentic adulation of the music, able bookish Nas aloft the bar on Nineties MC'ing. Nas had an eye on the street, the bastille and the dreams of every ghettoman, whether he was sampling the archetypal blur Wild Style, giving his jazz-trumpeter ancestor a bedfellow aperture or alms rhymes like these: "Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin'/But I was too afraid to grab the mikes in the parks and/Kick my little raps cuz I anticipation niggas wouldn't understand/And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man." True that.
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