Stan Wallace - It Ain't Hard to Tell lyrics

[Produced by Large Professor] [Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or d**h, breathing a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian; half-man, half-amazin' ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the ba** up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I an*lyze, drop a j**-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it, like braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a sk**, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So an*lyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like h**n in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, n***as is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep; well, let me try again Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MC's eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fail Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell