NAS, Deep Lyrics, and Fried Chicken

I've previously mentioned that NAS, by far is the deepest lyricist of my time. When I say deep, I don't mean an individual that just captures you with a few punch lines from time-to-time, and is great with his word play, synonyms and painting a picture. When I say deep I mean a lyricist that at times forces you stop, slow down, and listen. Throughout the years, many artists have had this affect on me. Artists like Rakem, Biggie, Big Pun, Jay-Z and of course Eminem. However, I feel they all fall short in comparison to NAS, when it comes to how poetic he is. Personally, he's incomparable with regards to his use of methophors, similes, and personifications, to relay a message.

I've shared this opinion with one of my best friends, and I've said that unlike other artists, NAS is the only artist out there, that I can't listen to on the train when I'm going to work, especially if it's new material that needs to be dissected. I mean, when I first heard tracks like, "It Ain't Hard To Tell", "The Message", "Nas Is Like", "One Mic", "Ether (the Jay-Z diss)", and "Rewind (the so clever backwards song)", just to name a few, I almost caught a stroke. Of course after a while, I would be able to listen to them at anytime, and any place, but when it's stuff fresh off the "frying pan", I have to be at home, in my room, prepared to pay attention.


Speaking of "frying pan", as I revisited NAS's most recent release, and 9th studio album, UNTITLED, given this title because of the controversy surrounding his initial intentions to title it NIGGER, I got smacked by a track that I had somehow missed the first time around. I was probably on the train when this happened lol. The song "Fried Chicken" feat. Busta Rhymes, brings NAS's gift to light once again. In this track, NAS & Busta, go on to show how much Fried Chicken and Women, are so alike, since "to the last breath, there gonna be a niggas death." I know, I know, I couldn't believe it myself. Here's a taste of some "fried chicken":

"Fried Chicken" by Nas feat Busta Rhymes, album: UNTITLED (2008)

Verse 1 (NAS)

Mmm, Fried chicken
Fly vixen
Give me Heart Disease
But need You in my kitchen
You a bird, but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky To fuck with me
Look what you've done to me?
Was number one to me!
After you shower
You and your gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock
To the bed then, "Plop"
When we done, I need rest
Don't know a part of you that I love best
Your legs or your breast
Misses Fried Chicken, you gon be a nigga's death
Created by southern black women
To serve massa, guest
You gon be a nigga's death...

Wooooooo! Stop it. Stop it.

Props once again to NAS. Wikipedia reports that UNTITLED is NAS's fourth album to debut at #1 on Billboard 200 album charts, and has been certified Gold. Sweet!