Nas

EPMD, we back in business

I visualize what it is, not what it isn’t

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen

Eatin’ Michelin Stars, countin’ a million

I made the fade famous, the chain famous

QB on my chest match the stainless

White kids are brought in alive

Black kids get hit with like five

Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck

Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani

Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here

Mama was just having fun with someone above her years

It’s because we can’t see ourselves as the boss

Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred

I ain’t have to read The Art of War to slay men

They shootin’! Aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin’ big money, playboy, your time’s up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether

(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you

(Not) God’s Son across the belly

(Lose) I prove you lost already

Yo, I need an encore y’all, you should welcome me back

You wanna ball ‘till you fall, I can help you with that

You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat

It’s life or death for me now

But you know, there’s no turnin’ back now

This is what makes me, this is what I am

Feel me? Let’s go

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto

Your luck low, I didn’t know ‘til I was drunk though

Rappers; I monkey flip ‘em with the funky rhythm

I be kickin’, musician inflictin’ composition