Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)

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Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park) by Nas

About Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)

Over a soulful loop from Reuben Wilson’s “We’re In Love” mixed with vocal samples from Juice Crew members Craig G and Biz Markie, Nas reminisces about the fast life he was living as an adolescent, causing him to feel like a grown man when he was just a teenager. Nas said the following about the song’s concept: "‘Memory Lane’ is just how I saw the world growing up, and I miss it." DJ Premier provided some background information on the track in an interview with XXL: .

Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park) Lyrics

[00:00.97] A'ight, fuck that shit! Word, word
[00:02.78] Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:04.93] We gon' do a lil' somethin' like this
[00:06.33] You know what I'm sayin'? (Stay up on that shit)
[00:08.48] Keep it on, and on, and on, and on, and
[00:11.16] Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it?
[00:15.12] (It's like) haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:18.47] Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dunn
[00:20.82] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies, and prisoners
[00:23.76] Henessey-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a
[00:26.81] Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
[00:28.47] I dropped out of Cooley High
[00:29.93] Gassed up by a coke-head cutie pie
[00:32.06] Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-er
[00:33.97] My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
[00:37.01] Sentence begins indented with formality
[00:39.89] My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
[00:42.63] Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
[00:45.02] I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
[00:47.57] I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
[00:50.62] Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
[00:53.33] It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
[00:55.94] The high pipes, murderous night times, the knife fights and blight crimes
[00:59.23] Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strapped
[01:01.09] With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
[01:04.29] No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler
[01:06.30] I guess that means peace
[01:07.26] For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
[01:09.76] Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo
[01:12.53] With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below
[01:14.84] (Peace, God!) Peace, God! Now the shit is explained
[01:17.04] I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
[01:20.02] It's like that, y'all
[01:21.78] It's like that, y'all
[01:22.88] It's like that, y'all
[01:25.20] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[01:29.14] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[01:30.90] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[01:35.07] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[01:36.46] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[01:40.47] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[01:41.37] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[01:45.53] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[01:47.90] One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
[01:50.03] Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars
[01:52.70] I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
[01:55.62] My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
[01:57.53] Live amongst no roses, only the drama
[01:59.64] For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
[02:03.14] Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
[02:05.72] Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
[02:08.66] Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44, I let blow
[02:11.98] And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
[02:14.06] My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
[02:16.69] I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
[02:19.37] Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
[02:21.95] Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
[02:24.98] My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
[02:27.64] I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
[02:29.82] Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
[02:32.62] I decipher prophecies through a mic and say, "Peace"
[02:34.88] I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
[02:37.97] They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black
[02:40.54] Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
[02:43.46] Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
[02:46.25] Fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
[02:48.84] Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
[02:51.30] True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
[02:53.86] I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
[02:57.01] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[03:00.87] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[03:02.13] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[03:06.18] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[03:07.71] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[03:11.64] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[03:13.02] Now let me take a trip down memory lane
[03:17.11] Comin' outta Queensbridge
[03:19.96] Comin' outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge
[03:23.56] The most dangerous MC is
[03:25.55] Comin' outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge
[03:29.01] The most dangerous MC is
[03:30.57] Comin' outta-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge
[03:34.32] The most dangerous MC is
[03:35.99] Comin' outta-a-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge
[03:39.73] The most dangerous MC is
[03:42.12] Me number one, and you know where me from
[03:44.84]

From the album: Illmatic