Ayo
Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun with someone above her years
Niggas is still hating
Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds
They pray please God, let him spit that uzi and the army lining
That shorty doowop rolling oo-whops in the park recycling
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and they out of alignment
My assignments since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
Get's rich but dies rhyming, this is high science
Now add twenty three more for Queens to be more, I'm over they heads
Like a bulimic on a sea-saw
Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
Nasty Nas that
Y'all gonna bow homes, this is Dow Jones
80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone
The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that's on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk lining, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio
Hip hop was aborted, so Nas breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image, spit it
I'm Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett
You ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don't know how high the sky is
The square mileage of earth or what pi is
I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John James Powell, Nasir Jones