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