Blunt Ashes Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Yo, I want the Langston Hughes and Alex Haley 

Got blazed before they told stories 

I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories 

I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died 

So he had him cremated, took his ashes 

And then made it to a Diamond ring 

Now he watches his son shine everyday 

I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yeah 

The makin' of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing 

Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean 

Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes 

Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome 

But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose, **** whylin' 

Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close, Phyllis Hyman 

Killed herself, it was crazy, mommy was bad they say 

Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he swings 

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As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray 

I could see my whole life fly past me 

Did I, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? 

And will the money and fame out last me? 

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray 

Will I see my whole life fly past me? 

I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? 

Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me 

Sam trusted Womack with his main lady 

He tossin' in the grave, like, 'This is how you repay me?' 

A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much 

Marvin said, 'No mountain's high enough, fly stuff' 

David Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell, gave her concussions 

While the Funk Brothers was layin' down the percussions 

When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried 

Many people said that she was laughin' inside 

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As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray 

I could see my whole life fly past me 

Did I, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? 

And will the money and fame out last me? 

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray 

Will I see my whole life fly past me? 

I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? 

Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me? 

John F. Kennedy's, enemies dealt with treachery 

It interests me, Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals 

She's what a temptress be, the death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery 

Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, someone is sabotaging them 

Watch out for the traps 

Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman 

Then he killed himself, that's the end of Zapp 

And I wouldn't change a thing, mistakes of the greats 

This is what came from their pain from their hurt we gain 

An unfair exchange 

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray 

I could see my whole life fly past me 

Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? 

And will the money and fame out last me? 

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray 

Will I see my whole life fly past me? 

I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? 

Anything else you wanna know, just ask me? 

Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier 

Could'ya'believe that?, couldn't go to premier to her joint 

Man, you know they were strong back then man 

Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yeah, yeah, yeah