Uhh, you know
I still run with that, that blood of a slave, boilin' in my veins
It's just hot, until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a King, turn my voice up
'Ey yo, the brother's 'Stillmatic'
I crawled up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt, cleanin' my shirt
They thought I'd make another 'Illmatic'
But it's always forward I'm movin'
Never backwards stupid, here's another classic
C-notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll
They're starrin' Nas, executive poet
Produced, directed by the Kid Slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to survive
The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched
Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin' the TV down
While Mary Jane Girls, 45's playin', soft in the background
Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dopefiends, 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 roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth
Walkin' very thin lines, ages seven and 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
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in 'The Matrix'
I seen it all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence then the game'll get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan, it's the rap repo man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who're real
Professionals, stick-up kids dreamin' for mills
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crip to Pirus, this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uhh, uhh, blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uhh, yeah
Huh, Braveheart, uhh
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