Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a in my veins It's just hot a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, of a king Turn my up
Ayo, the is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, the dirt, cleaning my shirt They thought I'll another "illmatic" But it's always forward I'm
Never stupid here's another classic is falling from the sky By now the credits roll nas executive poet, produced, directed by The kid slash
Narration describes the lives and tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with this black child Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background
Food from see-town's mornings was browns over dope 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 made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages seven and That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the I know the thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert to be free is my end and my new beginning nostalgia Out for the in a mega places, it's a glitch in the matrix I seen it at all, did it all, of why'all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all Y'all got but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back Hate to y'all plan it's the rap reaper man To them up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real
Professionals, stick up dreaming for meals Let my words you, get inside you From crypts to pirals this is
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