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's 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 C-notes is falling from the sky By now the credits rollin' Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by The Kid slash Escobar Narration describes the lives of lost tribes In the ghetto, trying to survive The feature opens with this young black child Fingers scratched, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down While Mary Jane girls, 45s playing soft in the background Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns Stepped over dope fiends, walking 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 jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, 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 Walking through the hot desert, searching 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 at 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 dreaming for mils Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crips to Pirus, 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, yeah Ha, Braveheart, uh