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 is "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 roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
  The Kid slash Escobar
  Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
  The feature opens with this young black child
  Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
  Mary Jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background
  Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash browns
  Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
  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 and 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 end and my new beginning Nostalgia
  Out for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
  I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all been pop for a minute
  Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y'all
  Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
  Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
  To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real
  Professionals, stick up childs dreaming for meals
  Let my words guide you, get inside you
  From crypts to pirals 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, yea
  Huh, Braveheart