[Intro]
Yeah, I want all my n***as to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I could see
Through my belly-bu*ton window, who I am
[Verse 1]
I existed in the womb, just like an abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching my mom's stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching because I'm nervous, though my
Intended purpose, was to be born to reign
Not in scorn, or vein, but to take on a name
That my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes, nine month process, infant size
A prophet in his early stages, mother in her early thirties
Was married to pops, wishing what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a woman so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearing prayers; she asking for my good health
That I become a man, and make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with marijuana from my daddy's genes, lot of screams I'm hearing, it's crazy
Both parents are scrapping, I'm not even a baby, a miscarriage could happen
[Hook]
I shot my way out my mom duke (x4)
[Verse 2]
Yo
They must want to keep me, because four months pa**ed, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call: "ill will to survive"
When I look hard, the lights is k**ing my eyes
I know when mom's laying down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm; that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food, flowing through my mother's tube
I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
Month two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord was choking me, but month three was closer see
That's when my pop's took my mom's to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute
Watching him yell, heard my mom's voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture, and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered: "When I am born, will I be safe at all?"
This place they call the world, through my view is so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up, and take charge
Month five, month six went by, hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out, a day and time
September fourteenth, seventy-three
Get ready world, doctor's in the front, waiting for me
Arms open, because they know when I drop, a lot of sh**'s going to stop
See how the government'll start retraining cops
Month nine I'm a week overdue, the labor induced
Pops told my moms: "Push! and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath screamed out
Tears pouring down my pops face, he's so proud
Wanting to hold me, but I was so bloody
They wash me off and he say: "At least that n***a ain't ugly"
Place me in his arms snugly, laid me on my mother
Finally I got to see who held me in her body
She loved me, and yo I plan to overthrow the Devil
And y'all about to see this world in trouble, motherf**ers
{*smack*}
{*baby's cries*}