Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones (/nɑːˈsɪər/; born September 14, 1973), better known as Nas /ˈnɑːz/, is an American rapper, songwriter, entrepreneur, record producer and actor. The son of jazz musician Olu Dara, Nas has released eight consecutive platinum and multi-platinum albums and sold over 25 million records worldwide since 1994. He is also an entrepreneur through his own record label; he serves as associate publisher of Mass Appeal magazine and is the owner of a Fila sneaker store. He is currently signed to Mass Appeal Records.
His musical career began in 1991 when he was featured on Main Source's track "Live at the Barbeque". His debut album Illmatic, released in 1994, received universal acclaim from both critics and the hip hop community; it is frequently ranked as one of the greatest hip hop albums of all time.
Nas' follow-up album, It Was Written, debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, stayed on top for four consecutive weeks, went Platinum twice in only two months, and made Nas internationally known. From 2001 to 2005, Nas was involved in a highly publicized feud with rapper Jay Z. In 2006, Nas signed to Def Jam. In 2010, he released a collaboration album with reggae artist Damian Marley, donating all royalties to charities active in Africa. His eleventh studio album, Life Is Good, was released in 2012, and was nominated for Best Rap Album at the 55th Annual Grammy Awards.
The untitled ninth studio album by American rapper Nas was released by Def Jam Recordings and Columbia Records on July 15, 2008 in the United States, with earlier dates in some other countries. Its original title—Nigger—was changed due to controversy surrounding the racial epithet. The album is distinguished for its political content, diverse sources of production and provocative subject matter.
The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, Nas' fifth to do so. It was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), for shipments of 500,000 copies in the United States. Upon its release, the album received generally positive reviews from music critics; it holds an aggregate score of 71/100 from Metacritic.
The original title of the album—Nigger—was mentioned by Nas several times, as well as on an October 12, 2007, performance at the Roseland Ballroom in New York City where he announced the title and release date.Def Jam made no comment on the title. This was similar to attempts to name his 2006 album—eventually titled Hip Hop Is Dead—both Nigga and Hip Hop Is Dead... The N. On May 19, 2008, it was confirmed that Nas changed the name of the album to an untitled one (although on iTunes, the album is self-titled), stating that "the people will always know what the real title of this album is and what to call it." The cover of the album shows the back of a shirtless Nas with flagellation scars forming the shape of the letter N, a reference to the racial slur and how slaves were tortured. Fort Greene, Brooklyn assemblyman Hakeem Jeffries requested New York's Comptroller Thomas DiNapoli to withdraw $84 million from the state pension fund that has been invested into Universal and its parent company, Vivendi, if the album's title was not changed.
Nas is a small village on the Greek island of Icaria. It is famous for the beach which is located near the ruins of an ancient temple dedicated to the goddess Artemis.
Coordinates: 37°37′19″N 26°03′36″E / 37.62194°N 26.06000°E / 37.62194; 26.06000
I'm a blackman
Some people just tell white lies
Fiends with crushed dreams who feed off White lines
People drunk, off the breezers and White wine
White ace cans lace the street in the night time
It's deep Cos nuff peeps I see with my eyes
Seem to run see, but there's no White line
The race never ends
Fate never bends
I think deep so I'm writing on these White lines
At times I sit back
Watching from the sidelines
At night when it's pitch black
In my own quiet time
All I see is Crime and violence
Tired of the Red and blue lights and sirens
Tryna get this revenue
So they move green
So they can stack the pink notes in their blue jeans
Trust me it's too deep
This is what I see at night when you sleep
And it gets to me
I can't lie man it sresses me
To the point that stress is me
I get vex to the nth degree
Cos we've seen many deaths
But we don't get the message
Please can't you see that repping streets
Is so peak
And our hearts need rest, and see there's no peace
But na I won't preach
I'm just a farmer, I'm tryna sow seeds
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
(Forget everything else)
All I need is one Christ
There's Bare red letters in the yard with mum
And the landlord's threatening to kick them out
So Kierons scared to ask his mum
For the things that little kids think about
He grows up but there's still no luck
Mums still broke and there's still no funds
Dad was killed, he got shot down
And that Filled his blue sky with grey clouds
He was born with jaundice
With yellow eyes
But over time they turned green
Now he works overtime for those ps
So he can have clothes and ice and wear gold and Nike
And a White polo that's so clean
And drive a 5 door polo, It's so deep
His family are so mean
They show no love so he knows no peace
He hates school
His attitude's so blasé
The only class he's involved in is class A,
He moves brown and he's dealing the coke
He will lay a dude down for the Silver and gold
All you get is one try
All you get is one life
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
I don't care if this gets one hit
Or a huundred thousand
Cos I done this for the hundreds of thousands of people
Dying
Weeping
Crying all over the globe
No hope for their souls
But I hope that you know that we got a job to do cos if we don't contribute
We constitute the problem too
This is my contribution... be part of the solution...
When I pick up the pen to write
I write fire cos it helps me to vent my mind
And express from the depths of my chest
I rhyme
Cos when I pick up the pen, all the stress subsides
But I'm begging, Christ
Protect me from the death please
Let me hide my eyes from the evil and pain
Day in and out I'm seeking your face
It's you and my rhymes that are keeping me sane