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Ayo, the is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, the dirt, cleaning my shirt They thought make another "illmatic" But it's always forward I'm
Never backwards here's another classic See-notes is falling the sky By now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, by The kid escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto to survive The feature opens with this young child Finger scratch, burns on the sofa, turning the tv down Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background
from see-town's mornings was hash browns Stepped over fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw I learned the difference the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft And the murderous, crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping it through my youth Walking very lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the I know the streets thirst water like
Walking through the hot searching to be free This is my end and my new nostalgia Out for the in a mega places, it's like a in the matrix I it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a minute
Spitters, and the game get rid of y'all Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my back Hate to cease y'all it's the rap reaper man To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real
Professionals, stick up childs for meals Let my words you, get inside you From crypts to pirals this is
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