[Chorus: Nas]
And Grand Puba, Maxwell to get cash while
It’s crazy to think in the eighties
[Post-Chorus: Nas]
No backup check, put cash in my palms and we good
Methodical corporate culture, straight out the projects
Should make you feel is my new expression
Can’t see me, but Nas movin’ the fastest
Time is now
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
I’m a vessel, I’m humble
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time
And Nike sweatsuits and Gucci links
[Verse 2: Nas]
The system’s fucked, it’s corrupt
It only feeds itself, the system
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
[Chorus: Nas]
Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen

Should make you feel is my new expression
I’m like a Russian mob figure, I’m mad low
I wanted minks, and a Benz to listen to Michael
In the shadows, pick up the shadow
Don’t listen, just try to feel what I’m feelin’
Wooh!
Systematic, uh
Systematic
The world first
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
[Outro]
I’m sippin’ on drinks
Time-time is now
Transformin’ global markets with all of my partners
Let it cook for eight minutes, but you ain’t finished
Let it simmer to the cranberry pop a little

Lack of respect, get you to fall where you stood
Meetin’ start ups, I invest if I want to
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Mathematics is God’s language, it’s in my blood

I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
Cherish the present and work for tomorrow
The system will defeat itself
Should make you feel is my new expression
Remember the past?
A half a cup of water, add some Henny
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Systematic
Art, music, letters and numbers
No place and origin, no beginnin’ cycle
[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Yo I think it exists just because like a pit eats its pups eats its own litter up
Let’s occupy our streets
Should make you feel is my new expression
It gets in your blood, you start to feel what I’m feelin’
Keep stirrin’, sip it, it’s art like Keith Haring
[Verse 1: Nas]
I wish I was a arms dealer to sale illegal arms in the hood
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen

I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
What’s the ingredients to the realest?
As for its own survival, it’s genocidal
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Nothing stays in a steady state It overheats and melts
Systematic
DJ Shadow, a rose and thrown blows

Hold your breath for fifteen seconds