Intro: Nas



Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)

(Word, it's time nigga?)

Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)

Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap

Where fake niggaz don't make it back

I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now



Verse One: Nas



Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin

Musician, inflictin composition

of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine

Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now

Bulletholes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes

Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay

I keep some E