Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave in my veins It's just hot a nigga can't take it no more of a slave, heart 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 I'm moving
backwards stupid here's another classic See-notes is from the sky By now the credits roll starring nas poet, produced, directed by The kid escobar
describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with young black child scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the
Food from see-town's was hash browns Stepped over dope fiends, out the door, all of us paw I learned the between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft And the murderous, hungriest
People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages and nine the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth I the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking the hot desert searching to be free This is my end and my new nostalgia Out for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I my style back Hate to cease plan 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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