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Chain gleaming
Switching lanes

Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason

Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in

So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for... a hero

I guess that makes me... a hero

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper

Distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and castle on his back
Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher

Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class
Get perspire out ya

And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping

Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him


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Rubber-grip-holder, reloader

Come at me I'm a rip your soldiers in half
Silver back ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy

Young, (*##$, I'm nasty
All black clothes till 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 ^!$$%s ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me

From nine Berrettas and moving raw
To chilling 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, %#@!
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

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This universal apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side

Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs

They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning

Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling 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 being told what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it

So, %#@!, I'm a 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