Nas: "I come from the Wheel Of Ezekiel"?

[LEGERdeMAIN]

I flipped on my thrusters and googled 2 rapgenius.blog and found top 100 raps osngs of the 2011 and I was wondering, because Nas has a song as number 1 called "Nasty"(sp???). Is the song true? Is there any wisdom in this rapping?? So I set out on a journey, a vision quest, if u will, and i'm going to be there for soooooo long, but right now, tell me how you feel about these lyrics and do they make sense, beacuse I don't know about wheels of ezekiel, unless he's saying he's THE SPIRIT OF THE LIVING CREATURES, as in the famous zek vision?

Also here are lyrics but I bolded some interesting very interesting parts:

Yeah, word
Got some Remy Martin
Some good-ass cigars
Check it out

Ayo, late night
Candlelight
Fiend wit'
Diesel
In his needle
Queensbridge leader
No equal
I come from the Wheel
Of Ezekiel
To pop
Thousand-dollar bot-
tles of scotch
Smoke pot
And heal the people
Any rebuttal
To what I utter
Get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slutted
It's a high number
Name a nigga under
The same sky
That I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly
Yeah, I wonder?
Eyes flutter
As love
When Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck
Panties start drippin', the ways of Carlito
Blaze, torpedo
Cigars drop robes
Hoes
Drop clothes
Louis
The XIII freaks
Women nice size
I ride
Like Porsches
Thick, brown, and gorgeous
It ain't my fault
Semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world "Crazy"
I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em
Convince 'em
All appraise me
They ideology is confusion
I lose 'em
Fellates me
Who hate me?
My gun off safety
Since a tunnel and escape key
My jewelry in HD

Silent rage
Pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage
I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend
Blastin'
I'm after the
Actress
Who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high
I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib
Best on 45
Still crack ya rib
Sacrilege
Talk trash about the Nasty Kid

Past nasty now, I'm gross
And repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin'?
Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls
In the cars
In my wallet
In my pocket
On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch I got it, you envy
But don't offend me
I'm skinny
But still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are
Your car
What could represent me?
Too Godly
To be a Bugatti
You honestly
Must design me
Somethin' Tommy
Montana
From Queens had before the '90s
Drug dealer car
Rush to the bar
Move niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are
Black card
Heavy like a magnet
In my stitched denims
Pretty women
See them
Saggin'
Bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back
Just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact

(Nasty)
Nasty Kid
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
The Kid!
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
Nasty Kid
(Nasty)

For the hustlers
Thick
As yellow bitches
For the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
Sayin' "It was Nas I used to hustle wit'"
I display fashions
While my lungs engage hashes
Guns on my waist, pass this
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
And joining the niggas passin'
You niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity
I'm still not fully adjusted or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means "blatantly lyin'"
Fake it
'Til you make it
I've driven those toys
Been in the wars
In the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my Deen, nigga
Your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD listener
Sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga

Is all Nas sooo esoteric???

 

[INTP]

He has some esoteric things in his lyrics, but vinnie paz has more

[Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I built with Alexander the Great He told the Persians they should stay gone Then he told me about the Oracle of Amar He gave me no clue, where it is Men feared time, yet time feared the pyramids He gave me more jewels, he told me that Amenhotep was immortal, I can't overstand hieroglyph So I called Killah Priest, and he taught me how to follow it I walked through the Valley of the Kings With a white robe, white rose and what I will brings And your whole team Judas, my road thin, gold skin like Zeus's I speak the dialog of the dead, I practiced the same wartactics In King Arthur's head, so let the swordsmen kill the beast It's a Legacy of Blood, with Vinnie Paz and Killah Priest

[Chorus: Stoupe cuts up samples] "The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness" - CL Smooth "Sun Won't Come Out" "Elements burst, and gave birth to the verse Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the altar Burn 'em as a sacrifice"

[Killah Priest] I paint flows with the feathers from the wings of angels Red ink from saint blood, nigga, you ain't thug Stare into the face of a king's mug Crush grape, feel the wine jug, ill thoughts Build from the mind of rhyme, rose, off the tongue like fine rugs Let me walk you through this, for the clueless I'm Shakespeare'ing, with grey earrings Speak like Tiberius, write novels Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah And half owl, I took the path to Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead Street Apostle We shoot 'em feds, use them hollows Bullets spread, til they meet Diablo Stars in enlightment, Priest meet with Jedi Mind Tricks Reach them climates, where you can't breath Stay high off that dead weed, in the mind is where I plant seeds To grow fruit, of king's so brute, of army troops Mighty men in celestial suits You need healing, my mic give you incredible boost Where I use satellite vision, stare at my alphabetical soup Plus I use the Big Dipper to take, more than one scoop, it's Priesthood

[Chorus: Stouple cuts up samples] "Straight up, we serve justice So if you can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is" -Smif-N-Wessun "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the altar Burn 'em as a sacrifice" "Elements burst, and gave birth to teh first Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice"

[Vinnie Paz] I studied element 1-15, with the Eloheim Saw the Canaanites, Sumerians, and the Philistines This is street gospel, if you don't believe In life at Mars, that mean the beast got you You don't wanna see me and Killah Priest hostile You don't wanna see, desert eag' heat pop you This is Mothman Prophecy, walk back To the sand of Iraq, and let the prophet breath We turned all our water into toxic seas And walk in the war with armor that I copped in the Greece Then I shoot the beast, with a long arrow Studied Imhotep, to be a strong Pharoah It's a war when the God's spit It's Allah, when I split the ice birds, in the Arctic I don't care what the cause is And I'mma ride for my fam, no matter what the cost is