Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave Boiling 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 Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt They thought I'll make another "illmatic" But it's always forward I'm moving Never backwards stupid here's another classic See-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, 45's playing, soft in the background Food from see-town's 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 who's 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 That's 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, it's like a glitch in the matrix I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a minute Spitters, sinners and the game 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 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