Nas - Hero (clean) (Promo Only clean edit) lyrics

QB Where the f** y'all at? Ha, ha, ha Yeah, let's go [Hook - Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two seatin' Hate 'em or love 'em for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust, 'cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (Hero) I guess that makes me a (Hero) [Verse One - Nas] Another chapter of the cleanest rapper Distinguished gentlemen Crooks and Castles on his back, Maybach-er Exotic lady eye catcher, holla at ya Call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai cla** Can prespire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D-boy Fila, velour and a 190 black Benz Now they shut down the stores that I'm shoppin' Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin' I'm him [Hook - Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two seatin' Hate 'em or love 'em for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust, 'cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (Hero) I guess that makes me a (Hero) [Verse Two - Nas] Rubber grip hold the reloader Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy Young b**h, I'm nasty All black clothes, the ice lay on me so cla**y And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the bridge I can still see the dreams that my n***as ain't never lived to see Tell 'em angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a G That's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, sh** I'm trying to make more C.R.E.A.M. by every September 14 That's my dream, so I can be more clean As I grow yearly I can see things more clearly That's why they fear me [Hook - Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two seatin' Hate 'em or love 'em for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust, 'cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (Hero) I guess that makes me a (Hero) [Verse Three - Nas] It's Universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied The corporate side blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it But Newsweek articles startle big wigs They said, "Nas, why is he tryin' it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts is winnin', forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginning Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel they can't sing what's in they soul So Untitled it is, I never changed nothin' But people, remember this: if Nas can't say it Think about these talented kids with new ideas Bein' told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so sh**, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustla in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable, y'all Let's go! Yeah, yeah Nas, Polow da Don