[Verse 1:KB The Villain]Over the summer blast ba** the drummer, rhyming outta control you lucky I rap performer/The moment I influence my idol I starstruck and be the next greatest he was he's not s**/Uh, ill talking my rhyme spread to say, my haircut is a fade, I wannabe just like him/Uh, It was written his album Illmatic, they called me freshmatic my rap sk**s mathematics/Uh, show em all his rap sk**s so lyrically, next to God's Son his style is so spiritual/Yo, he repping QB put his place on the map, however been wanted you feel you gonna smacked like/All his music so cla**ical hysteria, Nasty Nas was a hero in his area/The next emcee to me in my general, for Hip hop alive goes on turning to spiritual
[Verse 2]:I hold it down with my idol, represent to my raps he the hip hop icon, never selling your soul/Nas Escobar so damn smart, he was poetic, and still got sk**s but mostly with the lyrics was ill/Keep it real 100 percent real, but see to realized to myself that he was here/Got all his good albums form beautiful hardcore records, he's the hall of fame rap to his major/I swear he's so belong to rapping he brought it back, every since Illmatic was real, I talk to that/The spawn of fun of more guns I bust my gat, microphone fiend freshmatic making a comeback/I follow from the path of change so I will comeback, my hero took charge so he can run that/I be flowing machine till is hard for everytime I k** with these, I k** rhyme work everytime with the funky beat
[Verse 3]:Flow sicker I making you rhyme better, move the crowd like a emcee coming off acapella/He rather be the greatest he's real he was the illest, I showing off the pledge, he repping for Queensbridge/The Birthplace Illmatic 94' we celebrate, he speak with the words with the positive we can wait/The most he can speak with the people award tour, and my favorite song off from Illmatic "The World Is Yours"/"Ain't hard to tell was a dope song called it my favorite also, went to Nasty Nas to Esco/Yo, consider as his self like a prophet, the most he was keeping it real, you can't stop him/He's the most valuable poet of storytelling, make you think he the next Rakim boy who's you telling?/With the storyteller rhyme to me he was the greatest, the pack of microphone it was ill become a banger