Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
Its just hot until a nigga cant take it no more
Blood of a slave, Heart of a King
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother is "Stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought Ill make another "Illmatic"
But its always forward Im moving
Never backwards stupid heres another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45s playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Towns mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and whos soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
Thats the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Out for the in a mega places, its like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of yall been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of yall
Yall got there but yall didnt get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease yall plan its the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real
Professionals, stick up childs dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From crypts to pirals this is survival
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, yea
Huh, Braveheart
|
