[Verse 1: Nas]
Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime, the city`s mine
Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money`s My Bitch
In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin` around the fly shit
Pharaoh garment`s Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
Get me, hit me but don`t miss me, you history
Lead flowin` around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
This ain`t 50, this ain`t Jigga, this ain`t Diddy, this ain`t Pretty
Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo
Steady poundin` soundin` like G without the lisp though
My big bro told me plain and simple, `Nas do not look back`
Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that`s flashin`
What the fuck is that, freestyle
[Verse 2: Nas]
Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I`m disciple of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I`m not a dictator, I`m the righteous invitin` you haters
Inside the life of the greatest, it`ll take you through something real
Get a smack in your face, `cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Bust shells, destroy yet try`ta prevent violence
If I present iron somebody dyin`, don`t even worry `bout it
Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer
Hand straight gleamin`, if I don`t know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Body parts in my man`s Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
While rigor mortis`ll grab ya, him retarded, I`m pass that
Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs
All the thugs gone, what happened? Where`s the passion?
Rappers battlin` non-rappers, carryin` on backwards
Laughin` sayin` Nas thinks he`s Farrakhan preachin` blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
Word to the `Braveheart` written on my bare chest
The realest, HERE IT IS!