Nas - Stillmatic Lyrics
Uh, you know i still run with that, that blood of a slaveBoiling in my veinsIt's just hot until a nigga can't take it no moreBlood of a slave, heart of a kingTurn my voice upAyo, the brother is "stillmatic"I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirtThey thought i'll make another "illmatic"But it's always forward i'm movingNever backwards stupid here's another classicC-notes is falling from the skyBy now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed byThe kid slash escobarNarration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to surviveThe feature opens with this young black childFinger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv downMary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the backgroundPoof from c-town's mornings was hash brownsStepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us pawI learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's softAnd the murderous, hungriest crewsPeople jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youthWalking very thin lines, ages seven and nineThat's the age i was on my album cover, this is the rebirthI know the streets thirst water like mosesWalking through the hot desert searching to be freeThis is my end and my new beginning nostalgiaOut for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the matrixI seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all been pop for a minuteSpitters, sinners and the game get rid of y'allY'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, i want my style backHate to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper manTo them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who realProfessionals, stick up childs dreaming for mealsLet my words guide you, get inside youFrom crypts to pirals this is survivalBlood of a slave, heart of a kingBlood of a slave, heart of a kingUh, uh blood of a slave, heart of a kingUh, yeaHuh, braveheart
