[Intro]
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Uh, you know
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I still run with that, that blood of a slave, boilin in my veins
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Its just hot, until a nigga cant take it no more
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Blood of a slave, heart of a King, turn my voice up
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[Verse]
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Ayo, the brothers Stillmatic
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I crawled up out of that grave, wipin the dirt, cleanin my shirt
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They thought Id make another Illmatic
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But its always forward Im movin
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Never backwards, stupid, heres another classic
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C-notes is fallin from the sky, by now the credits roll
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Theyre starrin Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
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The Kid slash Escobar, narration describes
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The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin to survive
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The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched
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Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin the TV down
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While Mary Jane Girls, 45s playin, soft in the background
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Food from C-Towns, mornings was hash browns
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Stepped over dope fiends, walkin out the door, all of us poor
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I learned the difference ‘tween the snitches
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The real ones, and whos soft, and the murderous, hungriest crews
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People jumpin from roofs
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Shotguns pumpin, made it through my youth
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Walkin very thin lines, ages seven and nine
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Thats the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
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I know the streets thirst water like Moses
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Walkin through the hot desert searchin to be free
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This is my ending and my new beginning, nostalgia
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Alpha and Omega places, its like a glitch in The Matrix
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I seen it all, did it all, most of yall will pop for a minute
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Spit a sentence then the gamell get rid of yall
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Yall got there but yall aint get it all, I want my style back
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Hate to cease yall plan, its the rap–repo man
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To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
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Professional stick-up kids dreamin for mils
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Let my words guide you, get inside you
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From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
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[Outro]
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Blood of a slave, heart of a King
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Blood of a slave, heart of a King
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Uh, uh, blood of a slave, heart of a King
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Uh, yeah
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Huh, Braveheart, uh
