Yeah, I want all my niggas to come with me My name is Nas, and the year is of me, therefore I could see Through my belly window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, eyes Nine process, infant size
A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she for my good health I become a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my with Marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy Both parents is I'm not a baby A can happen
I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the is killin' my eyes I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube I'm covered in this layer of goo
Month two was the least comfortable My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well Feared fist fights, so when we fell While they broke up furniture and plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
This place they call the world though my was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the front for me Arms open 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop See how the goverment will re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out is blurry, my first breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud to hold me, but I was so bloody They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who held me in her She love me, and yo I plan to the devil about to see this world in trouble