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 hatin?, talking that   Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds   They pray, please God, let him spit that ozzie and the army linin?   That shorty doowop rollin? oo-whops in the park reclinin?      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   Gets rich but dies rhymin?, this is high science      Now, add 23 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 Holmes, 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 y'all 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 linin?, 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 Molotov?s for Emmitt, 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 for what pie is   I?m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire   The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers