Nas - N.Y. State of Mind Şarkı Sözleri

🎧 Nas – N.Y. State of Mind Şarkı Sözleri Analizi

Nas - N.Y. State of Mind Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)

Yeah, it's time, man (Aight, man, begin)

Yeah—straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap

Where fake niggas don't make it back

I don't know how to start this shit, yo—now;

[Verse 1]

Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm, I be kickin'

Musician, inflictin' composition of pain

I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine

Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme

Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a .9 and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay

I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway

Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs

Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps

G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit

Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped

Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'

Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston

Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and

I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin

Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit

Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip

Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look

Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!"

Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger

Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber

So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby

And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be

(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same

Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name

And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us

.45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact

Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks

In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked

So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop

I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock

And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots

But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation

Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'

It drops deep as it does in my breath

I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind

[Chorus]

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

[Verse 2]

Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's

Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped

Investments in stock, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks

Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops

But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger

Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger

I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'

Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'

Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter

Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta

In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays

Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze

Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed

From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back

Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black

The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back

And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn

Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes

I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane

Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain

And be prosperous, though we live dangerous

Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages

It's only right that I was born to use mics

And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes

I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow

My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps

That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks

I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers

In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya

Inhale deep like the words of my breath

I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times

Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

[Chorus]

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

[Outro: Sample]

"Nasty Nas—"

🗞️ “N.Y. State of Mind ne anlatıyor?”

Nas’ın “N.Y. State of Mind” adlı parçası, 1990’ların New York sokaklarının karanlık ve sert gerçekliğini, hayatta kalma mücadelesini ve rap’in içsel gücünü betimliyor. Suç, korku, öfke ve gözlemle örülü sözleriyle, dinleyiciyi bir belgesel izliyormuş gibi şehrin kalbine götürüyor.

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🔍 GENEL ANALİZ

• Şarkının konusu ne?
New York’un çetin sokaklarında geçen hayatta kalma mücadelesi. Suç, yoksulluk, polis şiddeti ve genç yaşta kaybolmuş hayatlar.

• Ana temaları neler?

• Sokak şiddeti

• Uyuşturucu ve suç döngüsü

• Paranoia ve hayatta kalma içgüdüsü

• Gençlerin yozlaşması

• Kentsel gerçekçilik ve toplumsal eleştiri

• Hangi duyguları içeriyor?

• Gerilim

• Umutsuzluk

• Ayakta kalma arzusu

• Öfke

• Kararlılık

• Tetikte olma hali

• Anlatıcı kim?
New York’un Queensbridge mahallesinden gelen, sokakların içinden konuşan, yaşadıklarını rap'e döken bir gözlemci ve hayatta kalmış bir "savaşçı".

• Şarkının yapısı nasıl?
İki uzun ve yoğun kıta, aralarda kısa ama hipnotik bir nakarat tekrarı var. Şiirsel ve teknik olarak ileri düzey söz yazımıyla dikkat çeker. Beat, DJ Premier imzasıyla karanlık, döngüsel ve gerilimli.

• En anlamlı sözleri hangileri?

“I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death.”
(Asla uyumam, çünkü uyku ölümün kuzenidir.)
— Bu söz, şarkının tüm ruh halini özetler. Sürekli tetikte olma zorunluluğunu, güvenliksizliği ve ölüm korkusunu metaforik biçimde anlatır.

• Paylaşmalık en güzel 1-2 söz?

• “I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death.”

• “Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain.”

  Hayat cehennemle paralel olsa da devam etmek zorundayım.

• Hedef kitle kim?

• 90’lar hip-hop tutkunları

• Kentsel yaşamın sertliğini tanıyanlar

• Gerçekçi ve toplumsal sözlerden beslenen dinleyiciler

• Sistemin dışına itilmiş gençler

• Şiirsel rap severler

• Ana mesaj ne?
Bu şarkı, sistemin ve sokakların unuttuğu bir gencin, suça batmadan hayatta kalma ve sesini duyurma çabasıdır. New York’un sert yüzünü sadece göstermekle kalmaz, ona karşı verilen içsel mücadeleyi de anlatır.