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 forward 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 Girls 45's playin'
Soft in the backround, food from C-Town, mornings was hashbrowns
Stepped over dope fiends, 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 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, alpha and omega 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