Bridging the Gap - Nas, Olu Dara

The light is there

Yeah yeah

You see I come from Mississippi

I was young and runnin' wild

Ended up in New York City

Where I had my first child

I named the boy Nasir

All the boys call him Nas

I told him as a youngster

He’ll be the greatest man alive

Let’s go…

Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey --

Chuck Berry of these rap skits, styles I mastered

Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it

But I’m still number one, everyday real

Speak what I want, I don’t care what y’all feel

Cause I’m my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss

Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi

Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy

Bridging the gap, from the blues, to jazz, to rap

The history of music on this track

Born in the game, discovered my father’s music

Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain

But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids

Some are well-known, some doin' bids

I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks

If Pops wouldn’t’ve pulled me back an said yo

See I come from Mississippi

I was young and runnin' wild (Uh huh)

Ended up in New York City (New york)

Where I had my first child (That's me y’all)

I named the boy Nasir (Yeah!)

All the boys call him Nas (That's what’s up!)

I told him as a youngster

He’ll be the greatest man alive

Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!)

Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!

The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues

Slaves are harmonizin' them ah’s and ooh’s

Old school, new school, know school rules

All these years I been voicin' my blues

I’m a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart

Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent

But Pops gave me the right type’a tools to think with

Books to read, like X and stuff

Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia

In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of

Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up

Cause none’a them would like my style

Read more books than the curriculum profile

Said, «Mr.

Jones please come get your child

Cause he’s writin' mad poems and his verses are wild»

I was born in Mississippi

I was young and runnin' wild

Moved to New York City

Where I had my first child

I named the boy Nasir

All the boys call him Nas

I told him as a youngster

He’ll be the greatest man alive

Greatest man — The great-greatest man alive (Tell 'em!)

Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone

He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home

Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu

Come on, tell 'em 'bout all the places you gone to

I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique (Yeah)

Madagascar, Paris, Greece (Uh huh)

But little Africa is where we live (Yeah)

Better known as Queenbridge

Nas, Nas you don’t stop

Olu Dara in the house, you don’t stop

Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don’t stop

From the Blues to Street Hop you don’t stop

Tell 'em Pop

See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know)

I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)

Ended up in New York City (Yeah!)

Where I had my first child (That's me)

I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!)

All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy)

I told him as a youngster

He’ll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)

Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)

Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!

Rest In Peace Ray Charles