Uh, you know I still run with that, that of a slave Boiling in my It's just hot until a nigga can't it no more Blood of a slave, of a king my voice 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 forward I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's classic See-notes is falling the sky By now the roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by The kid escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens this young black child Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the
Food from see-town's mornings was hash over 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, crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the I know the streets thirst water Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be is my end and my new beginning nostalgia Out for the in a places, it's like 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 get rid of y'all Y'all got but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back Hate to cease y'all it's the rap reaper man To them double up hustlers, bidders, 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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