De-Script-ive……an unauthorized audiobiography

I just recently purchased Jay-Z’s Decoded and the book is very informative. Jay describes his rhymes, reasons, methods, background, and more. Don’t get me wrong I am a Jigga fan but this book totally exaggerates his greatness. People will instantly eat into his views and dick ride him all the way home. So I believe making a judgement without exploring the other side of the pendulum is not judgement at all, its bias. So what I’m interested in doing is kind of showing some of Nas’ work too and maybe others.  Feedback is encouraged!! The Nas song that I believe is so descriptive and precise is called “New York State of Mind Pt.2″…peep

Nas – New York State of Mind Pt.2

New York, New York (it’s time man)
New York, New York(it’s time man)
(set it off then nigga, set it off)
Broken glass in the hallway, blood stained floors
neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
lock the top lock, momma should of cuffed me to the radiator
why not? It might of saved me later from block
N.Y. Cops, hooka’s crawlin off the stroll, coughing, stitches in they head, thankin
and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
but who else could it be?
shook at these, unmarked vans parked in the dark,
Narcs where’s ya heart?
Hustla’s starve
they bust a U-E, I jog to my building
come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air, til they move no more, and just stare
with dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple minded, fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister’s pregnant
father’s on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it’s five rollin thick
The sixth one’s parole flipped, five niggaz, went to fo quick
When he we O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain’t around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could’ve got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT

New York, New York (“New York State of Mind” ‘Rakim)
New York, New York (“New York State of Mind” ‘Rakim)

I’m at the gamblin spot, hands on a knot
New York Yankee Cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox
You lost that nigga, I put ya dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
All the ciggarette smoke’s cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain’t playin, niggaz’ll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo ass up, niggaz’ll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain’t gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name’s on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y., you can’t live
Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.’s
runnin round quick to split your mug, it’s ea-sy to score
but it’s hard to get the shit off
Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz, mad cause they ain’t get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that’s live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin
But I’m a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin

New York, New York
New York, New York

See them lyrics? When those rhymes? Picture that environment? Feel the smoke cloggin your lungs? Now that’s a powerful song. Nasty’s words are so strong and depictive in this classic. Need I say more?