Instrumental - Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park) [w/chorus]
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- Опубліковано 12 жов 2007
- Instrumental to Nas' legendary song "Memory Lane (Sittin’ in da Park)," from the 1994 album "Illmatic."
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Illmatic is the first studio album by American rapper Nas. It came out on April 19, 1994, under Columbia Records. With the help of MC Serch, Nas got signed to the label. He worked on the album from 1992 to 1993 in different studios in New York City like Chung King Studios and D&D Recording. Nas, along with DJ Premier, Large Professor, Pete Rock, Q-Tip, and L.E.S., produced the album. Illmatic is known for its tough hip hop style and tells stories about Nas's life in Queensbridge Houses, where he grew up in Queens, New York City.
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Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones, born on September 14, 1973, known by his stage name Nas, is an American rapper. He's famous for his role in East Coast hip hop and is considered one of the best rappers ever. Nas, the son of jazz musician Olu Dara, started his music journey in 1989 using the name "Nasty Nas". He recorded his first demos with the help of another East Coast rapper, Large Professor. Nas made his first guest appearance on Main Source's song "Live at the Barbeque" in 1991.
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one of the best cuts on the album.
classic shit
Word the truth has been spoken/in a language that is broken/thinking maybe we could change the world with the thoughts we be provoking/The streets stay reflecting what's real but never broken/Like an empty bottle/I spread knowledge nice like christ speak the gospel
my records always spin round the clock, timeless,
never spineless or either lineless.
when i'm stage my guts never spill.
splitting MC's apart like a decimal.
never had a broken bone but got a fracture thru my heart lately me and hip hop been seeming two worlds apart, telling my girl to not even start, it ain't smart, at least wait til the blunt's been sparked and my eyes reside low I know it ain't the expected mental state but every now and then thru uncharted waters we must navigate I perpetuate motions that instigate I'm on the rise for something great and I'm not going to wait, snatching home base at my own pace....
yo this beat off the chain
old school is the best
poetry that's a part of me like my heart and every artery the first time I heard hip hop I fell in love wholeheartedly, I use to thrash to metal now I'm on an intelligence level only known by several like the shit in school we use to pedal, many shortcuts have been made by deals with the devil to get paid but don't trust the facade it will concave it's not built to last the days in which it's been enslaved the path it's carved mimics what's been paved leading to the grave...
I remember back in the day, we be sitting on dem corners, flipping quarters and/ain't no body could stop us/not a care in the world/ain't no body could top us/can't touch this, jus like my nigga MC Hamma/rock'n hats backwards, low jeans and pajamas/remember dem days when it was cheap to fly to Bahamas?/Now them days are gone, and all the memories burnt/living the hard life/and all the lessons learned/all the 40's drop, clips popped, and blunts burnt/we was runnin the streets/until the sun turned
No worries
Hip-Hop is an elaboration of reality. we are in a time when you will start to see what this recession has done to the youth of today. They cant really relate to all the champagne popping and drama the mainstream rappers are blabbing about.
the kids of today perhaps live in a more screwed up world their parents are losing jobs more, divorcing more and abusing them more. they just want to hear something that is a mellow escape (hip-hop)
Welcome back Blunted :) haha
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners..
we use to hit the parks after dark scratching on the 1's and 2's while blunts sparked.
in our...chuck taylors and our lee jeans,
pockets stayed bulging because of these fiends.
on the park bench wit corn rows, pour beer, mourn those whose lights were snuffed out like candle's when the storm blows.
dats tight g
Hip-Hop's best years were 1974, 1979, 1983, 1986, 1992, 1996, 1998-2001, and real hip hop fall off mainstream after 2005. The Roots, Mobb Deep, Jadakiss, Beenuts, De La Soul, Dead Prez, Mos Def all dropped 1 of their best albums in the 04-05 period. after that u had laffy taffy, d4l, demfran boys, lil wayne, soulja boy, etc.
yea..in dam is where i iz
with rectangel shapes i gets biz aka them brix
locals loved my swagga..n style
loved the way i do bizniz n rhymed
alwys on a low low never shined
you shoulda kept that goin man!
@MobHeataEnt Very true!
let the beat drop take em back to memory lane
where we blow kush to ease the pain
i grew up hustlin the corner to maintain my gain
yah that paper stackin business
glock on my hip ridin w/ da mistress
only love you got what hersheys kisses
leanin back sippin patron while my mind reminisces
the times where nothin mattered
10 years past, dreams been shattered
i just think like the night is still young
life aint over the fat lady hasn't sung
spit rhymes off the top rollin off my tongue
@514gabe777 rap was invented in 1974 by a dj called kool herc at a block party.i just think it didnt become popular until 1979.
i likes
@Kevin2ks exactly man im like damn some techno pop shit takin over the world u got lady gaga justin bieber katy perry rihanna and shit too many to name
make sure youre well conected if somebody talk shit dont blast him just remember gettin paid is the main objective
makin money was and still is my first objective bringin you the criminal lifestyle from a 'i made it' perspective make sure your not in the crosshairs of these detectives wanna make cash set up a crew but B very selective with your money you must be very protective dont beg for fame but yearn to be respected remember 2 let your associates feel
they are protected only then they will be efective
@cripbuddz well kool herc is a really early rapper.a lot of guys got the idea of rapping from him.but ,there was pigmeat markham that made a "rap" song called here comes the judge which came out in 1968,i think that qualifies as a rap record.but you cant really say one person is responsible.the emergence of the rap genre was a large movement by many people.
So dope! @MobHeataEnt yo, who the fukk is sonryze?? just listened to sinner and a saint and juno.. its sick man!! love th real hip hop.. Peace.
like a killer whale a lil blubber hides the muscle structure mind able to cause earth's core to rupture never known to go over so the card I play be under, under the noses of so many thinking they hold this art in their heart, been bangin tunes thru headphones since days of being home alone with out my older bro I don't know if hip hop to me would've been shown, daily I think back even tho I'm grown...
thanks man just thought I'd kick a lil something for the UA-cam fam, many dudes on here worthy of shaking hands and packing grams as our vocab chokes crabs trying to take the same route the goats have no doubt exotic stout with Mignon steak and wood paneling throughout we rhyme beyond great big things are in these king's fate rolling weed on all gold plates stepping bare foot on pieces of cold slate my mind eases these thoughts in at a slow rate with rhyme intelligent design I donate...
Yea dats why he a real MC not a youtube rapper
Nas murdered this track
The CPS is never restin/ Always keep my mind in stressin/ Investin sayin its my own protection/ My brothers now out, man look at the cost/ My heart is lost, struggling between two different parts/ Im fallin off they say hereditary/ Im smoking cancer for the answer but no truths have even crossed my mind already/ I sit in dug-outs, no slugs out/ I smoke the sess to ease my nerves you see they already been strung out/
@MobHeataEnt i wouldnt disagree although i dont know any music from the 70's at all. but what about 1993-94? that year had wu tang, nas, biggie, outkast, and mobb deep debut
time to meditate the street/
smoke trees and just vibe to the beat/
when life was just a block party/
before rappers was drinkin shots of bicardi/
take a trip wit me down memory lane/
when cats rapped real skill like big daddy kane/
eric b and rakim spit hot like coal/
and when we was all getttin payed in full/
back when nas ruled the wolrd lauren hill/
when it was about the messages not the 100 doller bills/
back when dre busted like a bubble/
and poppa was in the everyday struggle/
@lisaray101 yeah id actually say mainstream took over hip-hop starting like in 2001 or maybe 2002,,,and each year more and more the real hip-hop flavor was fading away,,the south took over in 2004 member dat
I Can use ??? For a clip video
take a trip with me down to memory lane
where every homey used to rep for the game
but now they gon SILLY, they so insane
telling and snitching, always using my name
but i don't care, cuz i don't need the fame
the fame needs me
i ain't the same
the same ain't me
Me neither. Lookin' back on it, the cuts should have given it away but it didn't sound like him. Did you catch the piece in XXL talkin' about the 15th anniversary of Illmatic?
Dope - KnockinBeatz - Memory Lane - Nasir Jones [Produced By Christopher Martin DJ Premier] [Year: 1994] [Album: Illmatic] [Sittin In The Park]
Try and end this, their life in ruins/ Depressin cause the stress got the best and all their hopes and dreams were ruined/ While i sit upon my stoop smoking ports high as planes/ I try to maintain, upon the hopes on top of memory lane/
@MobHeataEnt You Forgot 90' and 88' . ~
keep yo steps quiet and keep yo gun tight,,,cause my nigga while u in tha hood u gonna blast and jump up to fight /// cause times r rough and life is heavy but when u go through them.. homeboy u gotta be ready.../ 318 ALX to 504 N.O. Magnolia u can bets believe u gonna be quiet r they gonna take it off of yo shoulda
a trip down in memory lane..
damn back in cali look how muchs changed
left at age fifteen to dam
age 18 i was already the boss of my clan
wasnt like the american gangs
shootin at each other
only with the cheese is what we bothered..with
hoes weed n some other shit...
ohh, oopsy :P
if the instrumentals exist why don't the acapellas? Has no one tried to DIY them?
sittin back RELAXIN remembering the past AND to believe it or not that shyt was madd DRASTIC i was gone but im back BITCH no TRAFFIC crusin in that Ashton Martin CLASSIC im proud to be BLACK no BACK CLASH RAP TACTICS full of that PASSION no ACTING im cooler then LEMONADE on a hot DAY in MANHATTAN shout out to west LA thoo WUSS HAPPENING sittin by the pool SIDE sippin on MAI THAI's im so FLY so hello to my goodBYES meaning the past is now BEHIND one love shout out to my nigguh CLYDE -kiddo
Elevate, hella baked, spark up the trees/ Good smoke got me higher than Trapeze/ Got your girl on her knees, cuz my wrist game on freeze/ Every time we blow this cheese, you could prolly feel a breeze/ Thinkin' bout this cash, but I don't ever doubt/ Cuz I'm racing to the money, but never running out/ tryna find my roots, and i'm learning how to sprout/ but why's it takin' so long, musta been a drought/ Take the stress away, burn some loud like a shout. -Kid Kosher
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nah chill...
I look at the blood on my hands then at the eyes of my enemy/
Gotta blast you back to Satan's lair if you ain't a friend of me/
The mic burns like hell when I touch it with rapping precision/
Everyday is another struggle on the streets, making massive decisions/
Crack over family? Dough over friends? All these questions confuse/
Niggaz are jealous of my lyrical skill, I'm plain profuse, stronger than monsoons/
What the fuck is peace when I gotta fuck up niggaz to stay alive... fuck life...
16.[Reminiscent Dreams III]
(Chorus)
Imma cross the wall
Imma cross the wall
Reminiscent Dreams
Real after all
(Verse 1)
I got goals mf
That no one be takin seriously
Yeh i can rap
But who got soul
And give it lyrically
It’s me
Young black kid
From 978
Whole lotta SoundCloud rappers
Wit me you could relate
I tell stories of my own
From my home
And for others
Who ain’t bold
And too scared let you know
That
Struggle is struggle
No matter the size
No i wasn’t selling drugs
Cuz i ain’t had the time
And i ain’t had the balls
To pull some shit like that
Yeh i need the green
But it don’t mean like that
I’ve come close
Cuz I’m broke
Still dream like that
No disrespect
To the niggas on the scene right there
That’s why I’m rapping and shit
Gotta get a grasp of this shit
Gotta get em to clap
Instead of laughing and shit
When i make it out
DonT you dare be asking for shit
Cuz when i was doing Daouda
Nigga you doubted the kid
(Chorus)
Imma cross the wall
Imma cross the wall
Reminiscent Dreams
Real after all
(Verse 2)
I found love
Plus this rap shit
Are the reasons I’m cheesin
Im soul is at peace
But the record deal
I need it
No i don’t needa
To show off
To nobody
But that’s not the point
Im expecting a teddy bear
When i put in my coin
And fuck y’all 2 cents
Don’t need it
Cuz I’m worth more
I’m stuntin now
Cuz humility really hurt more
Why y’all so sure
I’m not gon make it
A nigga follow dreams
Happiness they want be takin
Like fuck your opinion
I’m really dismissive
If you not tryna help
Then why tf you gon listen
But it’s something different
It’s way more than just being ignorant
Cuz if i ain’t share it with pride
Why the hell you gon listen
But Ayy
You get my point
Like a nigga dishing out assists
Can’t wait to cash a check
And tell em
You know what is
Especially when they looked down on me
Like i wasn’t shit
When i make it
Imma say
What’s ya name
I forget
(Verse 3)
Enough with the future tense flexin
Shit is tense right now
I don’t think imma make it
Cuz this ain’t the right crowd
Like how
Like wow
What am i doin now
I want sun
I see grey
Man fuck the clouds
Pad and pen
My best friend
I remember when
I wrote my first mixtape
I loved that shit
cuz a girl i liked
Freshman year
Dubbed my shit
She started my rap life
So i thank that chick
Then i showed it to my brothers
The opinions
I care most about
He said at least you better than me
when I started out
That gave me confidence
Cuz my brothas
Fuck wit it
Word 2
Manny
Justin
And
Kenneth
And Richard and more
Back then i was fighting for plays
Now they cryin applause
I really came up from the bottom
Now I’m climbing for sure
Reminiscent Dreams
I see
My future
Good Lord
yo lets take it back to smokin jacks at the park/hit blunts all day tip the yak after dark/soon as somebody kick a line the sipher would start/cleverest of punch lines and smartest remarks/jus laugh it off nothin gets taken to heart/if ya rap game aint through you get taken apart/had to stay on point like the tip of a dart/spit a wack sixteen then they told ya to stop/but if ya kick a hot verse they'll give u ya props/ya gotta love the bottom thats where everything starts
I come to new blocks standing corners/ Relentless mourners, pandamonium concerning them with nonfictional horrors/ They say im stupid cause my minds blank/ But never knew that when it comes down to the truth its the words the gods thank/ Reminiscin on shots of this henny/ I realize my faults, and i admit that is a plenty/ Back to adolescents, the conesendents/ Amend this, to tenants in the cell jail, you know they will pretend this/
i like ta sit back relax kick my feet up n meditate
unwind wit a glass n catch flashbacks on budda breaks
so many thanks ta all those wit smiles n love
fuck the fakes that slither wit the snakes actin bug
no sweat off my balls guess its times ta debug
so afraid of the raid i swept em under the rug
none the less up called jade my lil asian housemaid
she came thru wit encens n blessed it in a instant
now the fragrances is quite pleasant n life but a dream
so row row ur boat gently down the stream
@Chikagba BLASPHEMY!! Lol
I cop a cab on the memory lane my memories sane, Remember ganja magic got him tragically slain, Harness the pain I manage my frame faulty most claim, In ways my pays never laid me jobs in my place, The daylight time had my mind on the smooth grind, Passion chimes with the broad who fucked my close dog twice, Damnit I shoulda had it, I caught friends stiflin riddled meds up into they brain, Shit its vicious my dome is trippin, On memory lane I'm twistin insane with blues that hardly maintained,
Prius doesn't rhyme with virus. It's pronounced "PREE-IS", not "PRY-IS".
ooh that was innapropriate
Money,power respect.Killing niggas over nuttin in These newyork streets.But iam constently focused just like iam doin on this on this nasty nas beat.Yo,flow hotta than calamari heat.Everytime i hear hip hop my heart skip a beat.A danger to hip necessary precautions.Like u shooked wit the flow,MAKE U NAUCOUS,But dont get cautious,sick,Disect rappers like scientist,welcome to my office.I wonder who the client is
@MobHeataEnt tribe, epmd, biggie, big pun, wu, busta, pharcyde, j5, apathy, cyp, all the uk flows...klash...foreign beggars, roots manuva etc....but yea you right now we ain't got shit compared with back in the 90's....jz still drops bombs but then the likes of kanye and wayne and justin t offend my ears they should find a cliff and jump.
1979-2005 everybody knows after 2005 hiphop truly fell off.T-pain and lil weezy with the autotune, The Snap Music movement which has died off now thank god,but ppl are still on the dancing type shit XP.
nas's verses are better than all yalls lol