The hottest L.P
I smoke 'em one by one
Collapsed lungs unhealthy
Now ya dancing with the P-T a.k.a. Physical Therapy
I-C-U b**hes eying me but I'm eying you back
With M-107 scope I carry on my back
Militant guided criminal minded my messages Subliminal
Smooth criminal
As mic slam ya keep ya virgin
Tight as a Dyke
Ya pearl tonguing it I'm legit so I can't quit
My rhymes sick
Put it on the respirator I'm greator then the average
Known savage kicking up carnages
Took the juice went from projects
To three car garages
A born menace far from innocence
I'm in it to win it show ya neck and I'll slit it
Forget it
This is Nas Instrumental so I'm moving all the sentimentals
I'm making serials by the ton
C-Bo flow n***as taking bites at me like I'm Costco
I'm the Black Brasco pistol smoking Joe
As I excite the frowns
From getting down
What you know about the nunchuku
I got two under the bed that's going to f** you
Your an imitation copy while I'm Bruce Lee
I take you then your man on a k**ing spree
You n***as know me
Cut you off like a vasectomy
straight O-G triple O-G
On the motherf**ing street
Spitting to this cla**ic Nas beat
You know my steez
My lyrics more deadlier than Cappadonna and the k**a Beez
I'll damage you like Jeru The Damaja
Your an amature, I'll vanish ya
You don't need sheets I'll roll you up with your living room carpet
Dissect your main organs and sell 'em to the black market
I get a grand for the heart
The rest of your bodies worthless, I just rip that sh** apart
Man, f** you and your math
I'm gonna show you the aftermath
For f**ing with the wrath
Sneak up like Dexter and start the sedating
Tie your a** up then commence the cremating
Innocent soul, black, with a black hat and a back pack
Focused on getting stacks and ladies with fat backs
Had a girl of his own
Cheating with another man while he gone
Matter of fact sixteen
No job, tryna pay off loans
To the local G's for a couple of G's
No good in school, just a couple of E's
When he gets home
Tells his b**h to drop to her knees
A leader of his street is what it seems
But he don't chill with the fiends and the real OG's
Thirteen he was puffing that green
Skip a month or few
Dropped outta high school
Gang banging tryna make a name
For himself
Walking the block, with 45 on his belt
Still in debt
To the local G's
They spotted him
They looked at him
And they rushed him up
And f**ed him up
Took his money, they laughed as they ran, thought it was funny
But little did they know
O'l blackie had strap
And he knew exactly, where they chill and trapped
He took a day of recovery
Straightened his mind
What he was about to do was really outta his mind
But he needed his money
He waited for bout 8pm
Praying to God
Hoping he make it back safe
Grabbed his black jacket
Black mask
Black hat
And for all the Luxary's he took his black back pack
Opened the door
Kissed the cross on his chest
And headed west
Got to the destination
Without hesitation
Busted down the door
Gun is palm
Shot the first n***a he saw
And watched the blood pour
It ain't hard to tell
I'm the best to ever ship the sail
From bagging hash to moving, yeyo
Don't make no false moves
Or you'll be missing brain cells
I rock it well
Used to run with a gang but now I hang
Solo so be on the bolo
My nuts hanging like a missle toe
Now give it kiss ya dismissed I'm the greatest
Rocking emcees chatterboxes and what not
And who got