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Ayo, the is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my They thought I'll make "illmatic" But always forward I'm moving
backwards stupid here's another classic See-notes is from the sky By now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, by The kid slash
Narration describes the and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with this young black scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down Mary girls, 45's playing, soft in the background
Food see-town's mornings was hash browns over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's And the murderous, hungriest
jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth Walking very lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets thirst like Moses
through 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, 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 my style back 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 crypts to pirals is survival
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