Uh, you know I still run that, that blood of a slave in my veins It's just hot until a nigga can't it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a Turn my up
Ayo, the is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my They thought I'll another "illmatic" But it's always I'm moving
Never backwards here's another classic is falling from the sky By now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, by The kid escobar
Narration describes the lives and tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens this young black child scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background
Food from see-town's mornings was browns Stepped dope fiends, walking 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 jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth Walking very thin lines, ages and nine That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth I know the thirst water like Moses
Walking the hot desert searching to be free This is my end and my new beginning Out for the in a mega places, like 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 game get rid of Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style Hate to cease y'all plan the rap reaper man To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real
Professionals, stick up dreaming for meals Let my words guide you, get you From to pirals this is survival
Blood of a slave, of a king of a slave, heart of a king Uh, uh of a slave, heart of a king Uh, yea Huh,