Nas - True Dialect lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas] 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, - blowin' up throughout the 90's Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Amaretto plus a dime piece Takin' Gortex steps, cause sh** gets hot Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fate and plot While n******gs walk around with' all they got in one knot For real, I build a mini-Israel, rough is the fishscale Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still Imagine being ga**ed up, your time pa**ed up Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of bra** 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'