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A lil off topic but I remember reading (not on NT) a long post from a dude who was breaking down every line in 'Black Republican' and explaining the underlying meanings etc and how basically the whole jay/nas beef was a set up whole time. 

Anyone got this?

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in 
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them 
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em 
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like "!%!! it then"

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then 
Though you was nothin' other than the son of my mother's friend 
We had governin', who would have thought the love would end 

Like ice cold album, all good things 

Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang 
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain 
We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game 
Nev imagine all the disasters that one good bring 
Could bring, should blame the game, and I could 
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? 
And forever be in debt, that's never a good thing 
For the pressure of success can put a good strain 
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring 
Out the worst in every person, even the good saint 
And though we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same 
When you put in the game at age sixteen 
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry, and miss thing 
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings 
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching 
The rule of evil strikes again, this could sting 
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point 
This puts the ring in jeopardy - indefinitely

I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" 
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives 
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s 
Dreamin' of fly *%%$ instead of them gray skies 

Gray 5's, hate eyes wishin' our reign dies 
Pitch sling pies, and %!+##$ they sing, "why"? 
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time 
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs 
I'm standin' on the roof of my building 
I'm feelin' - the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it 

Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire 
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire 
Could it be the forces of darkness, against hood angels of good 

That forms street politics - makes a sweet honest kid 
Turn illegal for commerce - to get his feet out of them Converse, that's my word.