can meet me in the sky i already got my own clothes already got my own shoes i was hot before barack imagine what im gon do hello miss america hey pretty
, open your ears, close your eyes, listen Here?s a little story that I got to tell About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well Illmatic like Nas
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin' To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin' it was then Instead a, me on this track
in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus - Amerie, Nas in background
I keep having to say that I'm only joking In New York when I have to buy fags on the road, oi Biggy man, God bless America and that But you lot keep
How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup truck where your heart is blank? I'd love to say that I hate you, and I can't forget the feeling in
Figlio di figli di operai La vita corre e non basta mai E ricomincia qui Come ogni lunedi ormai Figlio di figli di operai Diceva sempre mio padre
e crede ma non sa se tu lo vorrai Io parlero' di noi sempre guardando il sole di un uomo che non sa di noi di noi Con gli occhi ti amero' se lo vuoi
[Intro: Nas] Check {*scratched*} check it out Kay-Slay! (yeah) What up, baby Uh, (check it out) Ame' Haha, Bravehearts, c'mon [Chorus: Amerie] Said it
Hip-Hop world." *DJ scratches sample* Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X* [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May a better day come Yesterday we were Kings Can you tell me young ones Who are we today [Nas
[Nas - Speaking:] All I do is stay focused looking straight forward at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I feel some pulling me up
t go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America
a D, 'Cause this is everyday life. Fuck the police It's a ghetto state of mind, 'Cept where I'm living I can't see no ghetto, this ain't America, it's
can meet me in the sky I already got my own clothes already got my own shoes I was hot before barack imagine what I'm gon do Hello miss america hey pretty
, open your ears, close your eyes, listen Here's a little story that I got to tell About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well Illmatic like Nas
Membership is based off your raw intelligence 400 screen video editing with hard evidence Imagine being fined over a rhyme for steppin' over the line? When I inspired Hova and Nas