[00:08.040]what's up nigga
[00:12.730]ahh
[00:18.560]yeah
[00:20.980]let'go
[00:22.540]Chain gleaming
[00:23.460]Switching lanes
[00:24.070]Two-seating
[00:24.810]Hate him or love him
[00:25.690]For the same reason
[00:27.890]Can't leave it
[00:28.710]The games needs him
[00:29.760]Plus the people need someone to believe in（yes）
[00:33.130]So in God's Son we trust
[00:34.690]'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
[00:36.760]They looking for... a hero
[00:39.200]I guess that makes me... a hero
[00:41.550]
[00:42.260]Another chapter of the cleanest rapper
[00:43.950]Distinguished gentlemen
[00:44.870]Crooks and castle on his back
[00:46.290]Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher
[00:49.140]Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor
[00:50.500]Working like Muay Thai class
[00:51.740]Get perspire out ya
[00:52.800]And of course I've been the boss since back when
[00:55.120]Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in 190 black Benz
[00:57.510]Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
[00:59.910]Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
[01:02.350]I'm him
[01:03.050]Chain gleaming
[01:03.710]Switching lanes
[01:04.280]Two-seating
[01:04.470]Hate him or love him
[01:05.990]For the same reason
[01:07.760]Can't leave it
[01:09.040]The games needs him
[01:10.120]Plus the people need someone to believe in（yes）
[01:13.470]So in God's Son we trust
[01:15.090]'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
[01:17.150]They looking for... a hero
[01:19.470]I guess that makes me... a hero
[01:22.840]Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
[01:23.540]
[01:24.230]Come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half
[01:26.310]Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag
[01:28.370]Young, rich, and flashy
[01:29.430]Young, bitch, I'm nasty
[01:30.520]All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy
[01:33.360]And every time I close my lids
[01:35.310]I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
[01:38.260]I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see
[01:41.170]Tell them angels open the door for me
[01:43.000]From nine berettas and moving raw
[01:44.760]To chilling in wine cellars
[01:46.070]Sticks and humidors
[01:47.170]That's what I call mature
[01:48.430]That's what I call a g
[01:49.650]That's what I call a pimp
[01:50.910]That's what I call a gangsta
[01:52.460]To the fullest, bitch
[01:54.360]I try to make more cream
[01:55.650]By every September 14th, that's my dream
[01:58.150]So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
[02:00.640]I can see things more clearly
[02:02.300]That's why they fear me
[02:03.620]Chain gleaming
[02:04.350]Switching lanes
[02:04.930]Two-seating
[02:05.610]Hate him or love him
[02:06.580]For the same reason
[02:08.300]Can't leave it
[02:09.650]The games needs him
[02:10.790]Plus the people need someone to believe in（yes）
[02:14.180]So in God's Son we trust
[02:15.710]'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
[02:17.940]They looking for... a hero
[02:20.100]I guess that makes me... a hero
[02:22.960]This universal apartheid
[02:23.970]I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
[02:25.930]Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
[02:28.220]First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
[02:30.360]But Newsweek article startled big wigs
[02:32.080]They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
[02:33.790]My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
[02:36.010]Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
[02:38.510]Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
[02:41.010]Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
[02:42.960]They can't sing what's in their soul
[02:44.690]So untitled it is
[02:45.980]I never change nothin'
[02:47.260]But people remember this
[02:48.630]If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
[02:50.590]With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit
[02:53.710]I can't sit and watch it
[02:54.940]So, bitch, I'ma drop it
[02:56.170]Like it or not
[02:56.900]You ain't gotta cop it
[02:58.370]I'm a hustler in the studio
[02:59.740]Cups of Don Julio
[03:00.530]No matter what the CD called
[03:02.420]I'm unbeatable, y'all
[03:03.560]Let's go

what's up nigga
ahh
yeah
let'go
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in（yes）
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for... a hero
I guess that makes me... a hero
Another chapter of the cleanest rapper
Distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and castle on his back
Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher
Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class
Get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in（yes）
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for... a hero
I guess that makes me... a hero
Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
Come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half
Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy
Young, bitch, I'm nasty
All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy
And every time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me
From nine berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars
Sticks and humidors
That's what I call mature
That's what I call a g
That's what I call a pimp
That's what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, bitch
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly
That's why they fear me
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in（yes）
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for... a hero
I guess that makes me... a hero
This universal apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul
So untitled it is
I never change nothin'
But people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it
So, bitch, I'ma drop it
Like it or not
You ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called
I'm unbeatable, y'all
Let's go