Uh, you know I run with that, that blood of a slave Boiling in my 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, wiping the dirt, my shirt They thought I'll make "illmatic" But it's always forward I'm
backwards stupid here's another classic See-notes is falling the sky By now the roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by The kid escobar
Narration describes the and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with this black child Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background
from see-town's mornings was hash browns Stepped 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, hungriest
People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth very thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the I the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be 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 been pop for a
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my back Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap man To double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real
Professionals, up childs dreaming for meals Let my guide you, get inside you From crypts to pirals this is
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