Hero

[Intro: Polow da Don] QB Where the fuck y'all at? Ha, ha Yeah, let's go Gets Money [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson, Keri Hilson, Nas] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 1: Nas, Keri Hilson] Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in a one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin' Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'—I'm him (Oh) [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 2: Nas] Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!) [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 3: Nas] This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he tryin' it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin' Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin' Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothin', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas bein' told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go! [Outro: Polow da Don] Yeah, Nas, Polow da Don