Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave Boiling in my It's just hot a nigga can't take 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, my shirt They I'll make another "illmatic" But it's always forward I'm
Never backwards stupid here's classic is falling from the sky By now the credits starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by The kid escobar
describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with this young black Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv Mary jane girls, 45's playing, 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 difference between the snitches, the ones, and who's soft And the murderous, hungriest
People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert to be free This is my end and my new nostalgia Out for the in a mega places, it's a glitch in the matrix 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 didn't get it all, I want my style back Hate to cease plan it's the rap reaper man To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who
Professionals, stick up dreaming for meals Let my words you, get inside you From crypts to pirals is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a Blood of a slave, of a king Uh, uh blood of a slave, of a king Uh, yea Huh,