[Hook: Nas]
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by FILA
Lou Ferrigno, Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper, n***a
Bring the bar to your chest, then push it up harder than the rest, stay chisel
Precisely, cut sharp – the fuck?
You thought this was a game, we came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things
Swift on them toes, knockout blows, so stay chisel

[Interlude: Large Professor, (Nas)]
Ayo, Nas, I was telling them n***as on the ave the same shit the other day (Right)
Kids gotta stay sharp (No doubt)
Or stay chisel (Huh, chisel)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, performing, chest naked, I'm looking sharp for the peoples
Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I'm cock-diesel
Brolic with knowledge, so flow with me
Intelligence benching, 4450, light a dumbbell L
Inhale to hear the lunch bell ring, sweating
Working up a appetite, setting
Mental calisthenics got my mind stretching, then I release it
Have my whole frame bulging under diamond pieces
Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it
So I consume most the pain for my n***as I roll wit'
'Cause, see, the streets ain't no Gold's Gym, papi
And if I feel it going down, then my n***as'll spot me
Without the mind, the body weight don't even mean nothing
Let's take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something
Who's gonna survive? The wise man, the fool or the warrior?
Well, if all of their minds are chiseled – then all of them
[Hook: Nas]
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife beater by FILA
Lou Ferrigno, Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper, n***a
Bring the bar to your chest, then push it up harder than the rest, stay chisel
Precisely, cut sharp – the fuck?
You thought this was a game, we came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things
Swift on them toes, knockout blows, so stay chisel

[Verse 2: Large Professor]
I stay chiseled like Snoop Dogg – fo' shizzle, my nizzle
In them hardcore streets, I'm a straight official
Six pack, don motivator, throwing the weight up
Kid tried to front, so I showed him, straight up
Had his whole click flabbergasted
Way I was cutting 'em up, one kid yelled out "Grab the bastard!"
Tried to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty
Pulled out, served 'em all up like a custy
Couldn't go out, highway with a blow out
Like Frank, "I did it my way," n***a – no doubt
Large billionaire and I'm still here
Writing rhymes for the sphere, I do not feel fear
You heard? I'm the dude on the porch with the herb
And I tell you right now, kid, soft is a word
That don't describe me, what y'all know that's this lively?
"Barbecue" 2, Nas right here beside me (with Akinyele)