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Ma, I'm sorry who the f*** I AM, I can't my fans
Out of luck, no constructive
My friends stay up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
You said if I would up, I'd be a powerful man
out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't our children
I stayed out late, you shots, thought it would be
Your son on the ground dead, but fortunately
The bullets had other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the el, we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled bl**** from my room
Little was at war
And little did I what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the

But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living
And I'm similar, Bin Aluda Ra
Visqu Allah, fist of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Christ, elegant stance
Clothes fit me a crime boss, the menacing man
I see the world collapsing, pregnancies
Young are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All this fast s*** and fly jewelry, now my eyes teary
N Y City, grab a and ride with me

Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money
Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat fast
And bring it back up top, remove the king of New York
You off, I count off when you sample my voice
I you, before, you used to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS
NAS your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE
For you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack line
I'd rather Sean John, bore me with your fake rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you
was your first court case, you had no priors
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound
Have you surrounded, you and the faggot you down

While they riding NAS, to boost their careers
Corny as CORMEGA, all you Hip-Hop
ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS
That's the answers to the puzzle I you, now here's a promise
My few albums, instead of projects,
They'll be a difficult test the cover for the mind's optics