Nas Announces Mass Appeal Records Deal, Release Of “Lost Tapes 2”

    Nas will become a Mass Appeal Records artist once his Def Jam Recordings contract expires, according to Billboard.  

    “I’m excited to be a part of creating and supporting future careers and legacy artists, promoting love and finding new genius to help the world,” Nas said in an email to Billboard. “I’m going to be as involved as I need to be, but I also want to be respectful of the art and give artists the space they need to grow and become themselves.”

    Mass Appeal Records is co-founded by Nas and Peter Bittenbender. The latter is a co-founder of Decon Records, which will continue to operate as a creative studio and shift its acts to Mass Appeal.

    The imprint, which will be distributed by Sony’s RED, is slated to release a compilation this summer featuring material from Future, Pusha T, Mac Miller, A$AP Mob and Nas. Nas will cover Gang Starr’s “Mass Appeal” song on the release. 

    Another Mass Appeal project is slated to be Nas’ Lost Tapes 2. A Pimp C posthumous album is also on its slate.

    Mass Appeal’s other recording acts are Boldy James, Bishop Nehru and Fashawn. 

    “Nas is a tremendous artist and one of hip-hop’s all-time greats,” Doug Morris, CEO of Sony Music Entertainment, said to Billboard. “We are delighted to welcome him back to the Sony Music family.”

    Nas released his early material through Sony Music’s Columbia Records.

    RELATED: Nas’ Album Sales: From “Illmatic” To “Life Is Good”

    53 thoughts on “Nas Announces Mass Appeal Records Deal, Release Of “Lost Tapes 2”

    1. I love Nas man but he never sounds ANY different. just gonna be same same old laid back street poetry hes been doing for 20 years.. but like em did with mmlp2 hes just trying to get super hype with the title

      1. Ohh you mean collaborating with pop stars making pop songs for the radio? Nahh go back to Europe you silly white boy.

        I hope one day you get murdered like the genocides in the past.

        Geert Wilders for life!

      2. @ pppffd

        Now you know Geert Wilders is a silly white guy from the Netherlands, right?

        en dat zeg ik als blanke Nederlander

        But it seems you’re pretty dumb anyway
        So have fun with it…mafkees

      3. @ jack

        Nas never was true to him self!

        Nigga was playing the role of famous druglord pablo escobar, selling dope, shooting niggas etc. and then he switch to some conscience shit or some prophet shit

        One word: NAS ESCOBAR

    2. Nas need to step up his beat game. His beats weak as fuck. Need to stop using Salaam remi and get new cats to make ur beats. Its like driving a ferrari wit cheap gas.

      1. Hearing Nas rap over shitty modern day casio keyboard beats would be the last signal I need to walk away from this shit for good.

      2. Man does he ever need better beats. His selection of beats are average at best. That was why Jay-Z over took him and became who he is now. He gets the best producer and they give him the bounce that appeals everybody not just hip hop heads. He can still spit what he does just needs better music.

    3. Nas is indie now and his indie label is co-owned by a white guy.

      They’re going to have to write a sequel to the New York Times Bestseller Nas Lost: A Tribute To The Little Homie

      1. his def jam deal aaint expired yet. co owned by white guy. so? NY Times best seller my ass. Keep opening amazon accounts to comment on how good the book no one is buying is.

      2. What’s wrong with going indie? And so what if it’s co-owned by a white guy? Y’all find any little thing to hate on.

    4. G.O.A.T

      Y’all going to bow holmes, it’s Dow Jones
      .80 cal chrome
      Needed time alone to zone
      The mack left his iPhone and his 9 at home
      My queen used the milkshake to bring y’all to my slaughter houses
      I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses
      This is that nigga shit that’s on the album
      For the niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses
      Bring back Arsenio
      Hip-hop was aborted
      So Nas breathes life, back into the embryo
      Let us make man in our image
      Spit it, I’m Huey P in Louis V throwing Molotov for Emmit
      You aint as hot as I is
      All of these fake prophets are not messiahs
      You don’t know how high the sky is
      The square milage of Earth, or what pi is
      I’m the shaky hand that touched Geogre Foreman in Zaire
      The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers

      1. late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
        Queensbridge leader, no equal
        I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
        to pop thousand dollar bottles of Scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
        Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
        Count how many bad honeys I slut, 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 Rolls, 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 Im girl-crazy
        Dick ’em, convince ’em all to praise me
        They ideology is confusion, I lose ’em
        Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
        Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

      2. Nigga what you think I’ma stop building
        I’ma stop feeling like I’m Amistad’s great great grandchildren
        How I’m not gonna want to make millions
        Since the quarter water days in the hallways making fake coke
        Pass with the Reeses Pieces wrapper in my mouth all day
        But then my style has quite a while that same type as Ill and Al Skratch
        Game time to them cats never looked back Cristal blowing dub sacks
        That’s when it all just hit me
        You see the broads and Bentleys is nothing less my nigga spend it all with me
        I’d give it all away quickly
        Just to hear them all I’d buy some new kicks free of any autographs so
        not to be recognized forgive me
        It’s becoming unbearable
        Making hits is easy
        Put a famous bitch on the hook there you go with a platinum CD
        I know you heard the noise
        Preachers touching on altar boys
        Sodomizing not realizing God is watching before the Lord
        How can they do the devil’s work?
        A man giving another man head in church
        Hell it hurts just to fathom the thought wishing that I fled the EartH

      3. Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat
        Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
        Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
        Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
        I escape into zones, that’s irregular
        Why debate on a phone, I’m solar cellular
        Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
        where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
        Deep throats, they try to swallow this
        Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
        I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone
        Spot’s blown, guerilla ice on this killer’s life
        I put my word on it
        Now you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it
        Nas is menage a trois’ on Mount Aire lodges
        We like a smooth fam’, but rougher than how DeBarge is
        Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
        Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
        We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums
        From Queens cross the Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see ’em

      4. A drug dealer’s dream
        Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
        Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
        Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
        Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
        Murderin, numbers on your head while I’m burglarin
        Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
        New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
        Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
        Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
        Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
        I got hoes that used to milk you
        Niggaz who could’ve killed you
        Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
        Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
        Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

      5. Take 27 emcee’s put them in a line and they’re out of alignment
        My assignment since he said retirement
        Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
        Gets rich but dies rhyming
        This is high science
        Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more
        I’m over their heads
        Like a bulimic on a seesaw
        Now that’s 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time

      6. Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
        Your luck low, I didn’t know til I was drunk though
        You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out
        Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
        96 ways I made out, Montana way
        The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
        Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
        A glass of ‘ze make a man Cassius Clay
        Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
        Regulate wit my Dunn’s, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
        Yo let me let y’all niggaz know one thing
        There’s one life, one love, so there can only be one King
        The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
        Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I’m winnin them
        Threats I’m sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
        Ill sex adrenaline
        Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
        Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
        Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
        Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
        way out of formation, it’s horizontal how I have em
        fuckin me in the Benz wagon
        Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
        Grab your gun it’s on though
        Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
        with the broke Mac it won’t spray right
        Don’t give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama’s lit
        Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain’t promised shit
        Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit

      7. Plug the mics up, I’m ready to rock, knocking
        Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
        Captain Hook to these infants
        It’s like my folks is still on the benches
        Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
        1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
        Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
        Rhyming to music all this time
        Fighting ’bout how Kane and Rakim would do it
        Seemed impossible to us that we could ever leave
        From the block, where the world was forever freezing
        Hell if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again
        Fuck these devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them
        Risking my freedom, burners in bubble coats
        Fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
        He’s sexing ho’s, old fart, he’s busting ones when he stroke
        Multi-colored Pelle Pelle’s, young stretch mark bellies
        Babies born in a cycle, future disciples

      8. Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
        Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
        Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
        And I’ll front like my doo doo don’t stink
        Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
        Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
        Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
        Just to think, that was yesterday’s action
        Cause today goes either way – we came a long way
        from hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
        Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
        Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
        Quincy Jones posters
        Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can’t talk around chauffeurs
        Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
        Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
        Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I’m God son
        NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC’s come
        Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
        When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
        I’ll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
        Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
        Cremate your flesh to ashes
        You don’t need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

      9. You have way too much time in your hands. Seriously. Get a fucking life. And get Nasir’s cock out your damn mouth.

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    6. A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes
      Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused
      Don’t listen to the gossip it’s never ever true
      They say I do things that I never ever do
      On the radio, they say me and you a item
      Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like ’em

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    8. This the final nail in the coffin for Nas’ career, dude’s beyond lazy, now he wants to do shit on his own, anybody remember Ill Will Records?

      1. That was 20 years ago. 20 paying homage to a fallen friend and 40 worth millions with hella respect and critical acclaim is whole other life. Another judgmental “Anonymous” caucasian with contempt of a successful Bruva!!

    9. He might just be going indie for the Lost Tapes albums. I remember Def Jam wouldn’t give him a big budget to do it because it was a side album. His main album might stay on Def Jam, who knows.

    10. This is more a “POWER” move then it is a “MONEY” move, the more legendary artists go indie, the more they inspire upcoming artists to do the same…the revolution will not be televized

      1. its televised, unless your trying to sound cool in that case awesome, your my idol. anyone who uses z in place of s is cool in my book. now just started using the word bro all the time and drive a big ass hummer while drinking monster energy drink and cussing out all the drivers with little cars and youll be the coolest man on this planet

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    12. I been hearing for years that Nas lost the original rhyme book with Illmatic rhymes on it and had to rewrite the whole album with totally different rhymes (probably the reason why it only have like 10 tracks). I wonder where the hell did that rhyme book go

    13. They talk about it on the book “Nas Lost: A Tribute To The Little Homie”. You should check it out.

    14. “everyone laughed at 50 when he went indie”

      And now that every single has flopped, their laughing even harder.

      1. none of his singles flopped and 50 don’t have a indie recording deal like nas he has a
        distribution deal

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