The best New York City poet since Bob Dylan. A mix of fiction and truth, complete with great alliteration ("it drops deep like it does in my breath"), similies ("sleep is the cousin of death" "life is parallel to hell") and rhyme schemes (the first lines from "rappers" to "extreme"). I can't get over Nas' flow on this track.
This really sets the tone for the album; dark and moody. The production sounds like an alarm clock going off, signifying the time is now to wake up. A classic piece of literature, no doubt.
The best New York City poet since Bob Dylan. A mix of fiction and truth, complete with great alliteration ("it drops deep like it does in my breath"), similies ("sleep is the cousin of death" "life is parallel to hell") and rhyme schemes (the first lines from "rappers" to "extreme"). I can't get over Nas' flow on this track.
This really sets the tone for the album; dark and moody. The production sounds like an alarm clock going off, signifying the time is now to wake up. A classic piece of literature, no doubt.