Yo, I still run wit that,

that blood of a slave, boiling in my veins



that blood of a slave, heart of a king



turn my voice up



Ayo the brotha's Stillmatic

I crawled up outta my grave, wipin' the dirt

cleanin' my shirt, they thought I'd make another Illmatic/

But it's always foward I'm movin', never backwards stupid/

here's another classic, C-notes are fallin' from the sky/

by now the credits rollin' starrin' Nas executive poet/

produced-directed by the kid slash Escobar/

narration descibes the lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to suvive/

the feature opens wit this young black child/

fingers scratch, cigarette burns in the sofa/

turnin' the TV down while Mary Jane burns, 45's playin/

soft in the backround, food from C town, mornings was hashbrowns/

stepped over dope feens, walkin' out the door

all of us poor/ I learned the difference between the snitches

the real ones and who's soft and the murderous/

hungriest crews, people jumpin' from rooves, shotguns pumpin'

made it through my youth/ walk a very thin line

ages seven to nine/ that's the age I was on my album cover/

this is the rebirth, I know the streets thirst/

water like Moses, walkin' through the hot desert

searchin' to be free, this is my ending and my new beginning

Nostalgia, out in the mega places, it's like a glitch in the Matrix/

I seen it all and did it all, most of y'all pop for a minute,

spit a sentence then the game will get rid of y'all,

Y'all got there but y'all ain't get it all/

I want my style back, hate to cease ya plan, it's the rap repo man/

to them double up hustlas

bitter niggas who real, professionals stick up kids dreamin' for mils/

let my words guide you, get inside you

from Crypts to pyros this is survival/



Blood of a slave, heart of a king x4