Nasi may refer to:
Nasīʾ (Arabic: النسيء; lit. "postponement") was an aspect of the calendar of pre-Islamic Arabia, mentioned in the Quran in the context of the "four forbidden months". In pre-Islamic Arabia, the decision of "postponement" had been administered by the tribe of Kinanah, by a man known as the al-Qalammas (pl. qalāmisa).
"Postponement" related to the concept of intercalation, but it is uncertain whether it refers to a regular intercalary month necessary to a lunisolar calendar or if it refers to the practice of moving the main Meccan festival of Hajj relative to a purely lunar calendar to place it in a convenient season. Either view finds expression in Muslim historiography, e.g. al-Biruni supporting the lunisolar interpretation and Ibn Hisham the lunar one.
Some scholars accept the tradition according to which the pre-Islamic calendar used in Central Arabia was a purely lunar calendar similar to the modern Islamic calendar.
In this case, Nasīʾ could not refer to intercalation in the usual sense. It is suggested, that it rather refers to a change in "the distribution of the forbidden months within a given year", because in a lunar calendar, dates will move across the solar year, and it might be convenient to move fixed dates of festivals or fairs relative to the lunar year to place them in a convenient season. This is the view expressed in the Encyclopaedia of Islam, which concludes that
Nāśī’ (נָשִׂיא) is a Hebrew title meaning "prince" in Biblical Hebrew, "Prince [of the Sanhedrin]") in Mishnaic Hebrew, or "president" in Modern Hebrew.
The noun nasi occurs 132 times in the Masoretic Text of the Hebrew Bible, and in English is usually translated "prince," occasionally "captain." The first use is for the twelve "princes" who will descend from Ishmael, in Genesis 17, and the second use, in Genesis 23, is the Hethites recognising Abraham as "a godly prince" (nasi elohim נְשִׂיא אֱלֹהִים).
In the book of Leviticus, in the rites of sacrifices for leaders who err, there is the special offering made by a "nasi". The Talmudic book of Horayot actually defines this to mean the king.
In the book of Numbers, the leaders of each tribe is referred to as a nasi, and each one brings a gift to the Tabernacle, 12 consecutive days, with each one being listed individually by name even though they all brought the same set of gifts.
Later in the history of ancient Israel the title of nasi was given to the political ruler of Judea - e.g. Lev 4:22; Ezek 44:2-18; Ezra 1:8 (comp. Yer. Hor. 3:2).
Nasi (born Marcos Valadão Rodolfo; January 26, 1962) is a Brazilian singer and songwriter, former vocalist of Ira!. He is also a soccer commentator for RedeTV! since 2008.
1534 Näsi, provisional designation 1939 BK, is a rather eccentric, carbonaceous asteroid from the outer region of the asteroid belt, about 22 kilometers in diameter. It was discovered by Finnish astronomer Yrjö Väisälä at Turku Observatory, Southwest Finland, on 20 January 1939.
The C-type asteroid, classified as a Cgh-subtype in the SMASS taxonomy, orbits the Sun at a distance of 2.0–3.4 AU once every 4 years and 6 months (1,647 days). Its orbit shows a notable eccentricity of 0.25 and is tilted by 10 degrees to the plane of the ecliptic. It has a rotation period of 7.9 hours superseding an earlier observation from the 1990s that gave a somewhat longer period. According to the surveys carried out by IRAS, Akari, and WISE/NEOWISE, the body has an albedo between 0.04 and 0.10.
The minor planet's name is derived from the Finnish lake Näsijärvi, sometimes called "Näsi". The large lake measures 256 square kilometres (99 sq mi) in size and is located only 95 metres above sea level.
Intro: Jadakiss]
I need it from the top, AHHH!
This is history baby
Commissioner Steve Stoute, Lenny - ha!
God's Son, whattup?
D-Block, whattup?
Bravehearts, whattup? Yeah
Yeah, yo
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo ain't nothin but trouble God
When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
Don't make me let the machine off
This is methadone music that you can lean off
"Made You Look," the remix with me up on it
I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it
And everything is real I see
Like my niggaz that been home but they only got a jail ID
I helped the game, it ain't help me
I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP
And, I still buzz, they feel cuz
Cause they know the flow's Ill just like Will was
I'm just tryin to make sure that my sons wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy
I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss
Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish the color of dandruff
They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him
Copped P then turboed soon as they uncuff him
This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van
D-Block
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters, where them dimes at?
[Verse Two: Ludacris]
Yuh, woo! It's time to go, Luda let's go!
I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's
Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
And our bullets give you a deep tissue massage
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
AHHH - THEY SHOOTIN, look in the barrel
Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons
You should print my information, quote my rhyme
And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants
WOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Nas]
Uhh.. uhh..
(BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..)
Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn!
We got 'em scared look
We got 'em scared they runnin
[Verse Three: Nas]
Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blinker, the biscuit, the burner
The heat, the toaster, the twister you meetin your owner
The banger, the hammer, the flamers I aim at the cannons
and can ya, manhandlin ya, you'll be famous like cancer do
And cut, that's the end of your movie
Pretendin you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me
My tennis shoes Gucci, old school pea soup green
Jean Lee suit on Beaver, clicko champagne
Friday the 13th my CD drop, I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock
I'm Jason, call up P.D. watch
them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
Ill Will rasta Lake, never revealin his face on
TV or pictures or even them niggaz
Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone
[beat scratches out]
WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me
Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P.
Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him we made y'all look