Nas - Stillmatic

Stillmatic

however it sparked the response on Jay[Nas having conversation with himself]

~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards frontin'.
Ayo Nasty Nas, what up?
I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know?
~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you STILLMATIC

Out of luck, no constructive plans
Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't save our children
I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
Your older son on the ground dead, but fortunately
I hit the el, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
The bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind
Little Nasir was at war
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door
And little did I care what you saw
But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments
Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara
Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the menacing man
Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
N Y City, grab a hold and ride with me
All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money bags
Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast
And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off, I count off when you sample my voice
I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FUNAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE IZZO?
For shizzle you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
I'd rather wear Sean John, you bore me with your fake coke rhymes
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
And those times, they never took place, you liar
UN was your first court case, you had no priors
Have you surrounded, you and the faggots you down with
While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers
Corny as CORNSince ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
New Orleans, Mississippi, ChiHeaded through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
Did crimes and headline on stage
Streets disciple, I'm STILLMATIC

[Female voice sample] You make me feel so good

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