Yo, I still run wit that,
  that blood of a slave, boiling in my veins
  
  that blood of a slave, heart of a king
  
  turn my voice up
  
  Ayo the brotha's Stillmatic
  I crawled up outta my grave, wipin' the dirt
  cleanin' my shirt, they thought I'd make another Illmatic/
  But it's always foward I'm movin', never backwards stupid/
  here's another classic, C-notes are fallin' from the sky/
  by now the credits rollin' starrin' Nas executive poet/
  produced-directed by the kid slash Escobar/
  narration descibes the lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to suvive/
  the feature opens wit this young black child/
  fingers scratch, cigarette burns in the sofa/
  turnin' the TV down while Mary Jane burns, 45's playin/
  soft in the backround, food from C town, mornings was hashbrowns/
  stepped over dope feens, walkin' 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 jumpin' from rooves, shotguns pumpin'
  made it through my youth/ walk a very thin line
  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, walkin' through the hot desert
  searchin' to be free, this is my ending and my new beginning
  Nostalgia, out in the mega places, it's like a glitch in the Matrix/
  I seen it all and did it all, most of y'all pop for a minute,
  spit a sentence then the game will 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 ya plan, it's the rap repo man/
  to them double up hustlas
  bitter niggas who real, professionals stick up kids dreamin' for mils/
  let my words guide you, get inside you
  from Crypts to pyros this is survival/
  
  Blood of a slave, heart of a king x4