all that? Where's the hope and aspiration? Identities have become corporations, Social egos and media moulds, Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed
jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white is right but not tonight This is a black man's might I heard a sister say
black and I'm proud Say it loud Feel me now, check my style A brother's resume run longer than the nile Justice cipher born to teach man, woman and child
greatest man alive Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's Old
punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind
's not a battle if it's snake doesn't rattle 'Cuz my style's as old as a reptile As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child So come follow me to the
rhymes that come from A zone that's hidden and forbidden If any man enters good riddance A mortal mind is just no contest The rhyme zone is my conquest The Twilight Zone will looks like child's
Pleading for her young man's life And in a moment seen by millions, she bowed her head and cried Show my man some mercy, he's the father of my child
this weed and shit man You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin jumpin man Foooool, I got my glock
whole world Trust the world Bust the whole world Motha fuck this whole world [Hook:] Who's World Is This? The world is yours, The world is yours Who's World
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
this weed and shit man You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin jumpin man Foooool, I got my Glock
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! [Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's Old school
I'm old-fashioned From the corner's with the winos laughin' Dealers and five-o blastin' Capitalist thoughts like Presidents I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's
seen a roach Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic? Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child
