Never woulda thought at 50 new songs by Nas would be harder live
I leave 'em scared, like when they hear their name called but ain't nobody there
The definition of my name probably started where
I rode the E Train, fingers covered in ink stains
Writin' was like an escape, excited leave the beat flamed
It was Ra, Kane, Kool G, and Kris Few names like Cool James, Face, Cube, and Rick
That was musically sick, successful and unnatural
I throw their songs in a cyanide capsule
The truth is poison to any fraud, demagogue
Rockin' suits at shows going against any odds
How could you hate me? I survived the 80s
The D's, the trauma, embalming fluid in laced weed
Inhale fumes from a stove of cook up to shows booked up
I chose to take the world over, look up.
step it up Preem