: Ascending from your fallen past Life it's the same Attending to a loneliness For you, never Through channels of uncertainty A rise of denial This
: It's deaths intention We pass through the certain awaits Upholding the pleasures at hand God-given traits Living with scars Through bleak accession
: I'm, I'm in a picture with you You just seem to know I am a liar, I am a fake In truth You don't need to know I turn at the laughter As you proceed
: To remain pessimistic found, in this hour of distress Till decayed, derelict down In this shower of pretence Desire profane You never see again As
and justice if you can afford it Theres American sheets on the deathbed And American bombs in the sky American ghosts in the graveyard The American
: [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
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
anthrax napkin Inside a package wrapped in sarandrap wrappin' Open the plastic, and then you stand back gaspin' Fuckin' assassins hijackin' anthrax crashin' All this terror, america
man Shootin each other, shootin your brother Aim the gun at the right motherfucker and leave him colder than the prison in Russia or America's white
down, 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
: (with Damian Marley) [Nas - Speaking:] All I do is stay focused looking straight forward at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I
see it in the weather Out of tune with mama nature What you do comes back to you We're not alone [x4] [Verse 1: Nas] Confucius, Confucius Sigmund Freud
: [talking] Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo Life, they wonder, can they take me under? Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo I come from the housin tenement
: American born, American raised, American made [Chorus 2X] My country shitted on me (My country) She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never) Cause the
: And as a special treat this evening I have asked America's foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies
Mack is What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you Chorus [Nas] It justifies, Nas