Nas: Stillmatic (intro)

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