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.
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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
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!
You’re right he’s consistently dope.
@ 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
@ 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
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.
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.
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.
Nas covering Gang Starr’s Mass Appeal should be interesting.
I was thinkin the same thing, that shit should come out dope
^^ Nigga. It’s fucking NAS. Of course it WON’T come out dope.
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
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.
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.
everyone laughed at 50 when he went indie
when did 50 the same everyone laughed, now Nas its a great move smh
Nas Going Indie Is A Smart Move.
He’s The GOAT.
Nas IS The Machine.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
You have way too much time in your hands. Seriously. Get a fucking life. And get Nasir’s cock out your damn mouth.
Lost Tapes 2! Best news in a while.
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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
First Jeffrey. Then X. Now 50 and Nas. RIP to their careers.
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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?
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!!
^^ My man. OP’s comment was just obvious trolling and you felt for it. Miserably.
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.
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
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
Lost tapes 2 should be tight
We don’t play. and that silencer will silence any cock sucka that got something to say.
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Good to see Nas working on the same label as Fashawn.
Nas is Fashawn’s boss , but I get your point
50 did the same thing everybody laughed now Nas do it its a power move
distribution not a recording deal
Can’t Wait!!
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
i heard nas didn’t even write illmatic at all… then i checked the credits and i was right
They talk about it on the book “Nas Lost: A Tribute To The Little Homie”. You should check it out.
Nobody cares, Byron Crawford.
“everyone laughed at 50 when he went indie”
And now that every single has flopped, their laughing even harder.
none of his singles flopped and 50 don’t have a indie recording deal like nas he has a
distribution deal