Nas — Stillmatic The Intro

[Intro] Uh, 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 [Verse] Ayo, 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 dope fiends, walkin' out the door, all of us poor I learned the difference 'tween 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 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 ain'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 real Professional stick-up kids dreamin' for mils Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crips to Pirus, this is survival [Outro] 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, yeah Huh, Braveheart, uh