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