Nasty Nas that, y’all gonna bow Holmes, this is Dow Jones
With other nations over steak with masons
I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody there to love it
They pray, please God, let him spit that ozzie and the army linin’
Niggas is still hatin’, talking that
Let us make man in our image, spit it
I’m over they heads like a bulimic on a sea-saw
My assignments since he said retirement
This that nigga shit that’s on the album
But presidential candidates is planning wars
The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Bring back Arsenio, hip hop was aborted
My queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses
Momma was just having fun with someone above her years
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
I’m Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy
Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds
Now, add 23 more for queens to be more
For them niggas inside the chalk linin’, 40 houses
Now, that’s 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
You don’t know how high the sky is
That shorty doowop rollin’ oo-whops in the park reclinin’
Gets rich but dies rhymin’, this is high science
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
The square mileage of earth for what pie is
Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
So Nas breathes life back into the embryo
Throwing Molotov’s for Emmitt, you ain’t as hot as I is
80 cal. chrome, needed time alone to zone
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and they out of alignment
