Ayo, Queens get the money
Nigga is still screaming "Paper chasing"
But presidential candidates
Is planning wars with other nations
Over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
They daddies faceless
Play this by ya stomach
Let my words massage it and rub it
I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir
Tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun
With someone above her years
Niggas is still hatin
Talking that “NaS done fell off with rhyming,
He rather floss with diamonds”
They pray “Please God, let him spit that uzi and the army linin”
“That shorty doowop
Rollin oowops in the park reclining”
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and
They out of alignment
My assignment since he said +retirement+
Hiding behind +8 Mile+ and +The Chronic+
+Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'+
This is high science
Now add 23 more
For Queens to be more
I’m over they heads
Like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now that’s +50+ porch monkeys ate up at the same time
+Nasty NAS+DAQ
Ya'll gonna bow holmes
This is DOW +Jones+
80 cal. chrome
Needed time alone
To zone
The +Mac+k left his +iPhone+
And his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya’ll to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that’s on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio,
Hip hop was aborted, so NaS breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image
Spit it ,I’m Huey P. and Louie V.
At the eulogy throwing Molotov's for Emmitt
You ain’t as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don’t know how high the sky is the square mileage
Of earth or what PI is
I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down
devils that brought down the towers