Nas Stillmatic (The Intro) Lyrics

Stillmatic Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Stillmatic (The Intro)
  • 2 Ether
  • 3 Got Ur Self A...
  • 4 Smokin'
  • 5 You're da Man
  • 6 Rewind
  • 7 One Mic
  • 8 2nd Childhood
  • 9 Destroy & Rebuild
  • 10 The Flyest
  • 11 Braveheart Party
  • 12 Rule
  • 13 My Country
  • 14 What Goes Around
  • 15 Every Ghetto
    CD 2
  • 1 No Idea's Original
  • 2 U Gotta Love It (Snippet)
  • 3 My Way (Snippet)
  • 4 Make It Last (Snippet)
  • 5 Doo Rags (Snippet)
  • Uh, you know i still run with that, that blood of a slave
    Boiling in my veins
    It's just hot until a ***** can't take it no more
    Blood of a slave, heart of a king
    Turn my voice up

    Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic"
    I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
    They thought i'll make another "illmatic"
    But it's always forward i'm moving

    Never backwards stupid here's another classic
    see-notes is falling from the sky
    By now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by
    The kid slash escobar

    Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
    The feature opens with this young black child
    Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
    Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

    Poof from see-town's mornings was hash browns
    Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
    I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
    And the murderous, hungriest crews

    People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
    Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
    That's the age i was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
    I know the streets thirst water like moses

    Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
    This is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
    Out for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
    I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a minute

    Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of why'all
    why'all got there but why'all didn't get it all, i want my style back
    Hate to cease why'all plan it's the rap reaper man
    To them double up hustlers, bidders, *****z who real

    Professionals, stick up childs dreaming for meals
    Let my words guide you, get inside you
    From crypts to pirals this is survival

    Blood of a slave, heart of a king
    Blood of a slave, heart of a king
    Uh, uh blood of a slave, heart of a king
    Uh, yea
    Huh, braveheart

    Written by: Narada Michael Walden, Bunny Hull, Nasir Jones
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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