Two-thousand-four, yeah   L, whattup? Prophesy   It's prophesy, baby      Disciple, disciple   (What?)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Street)      Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Let's go)      Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers   Could bring any drama, anytime the city's mine   Nas is like love undyin', money's my bitch   In thugz mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit      Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camel back-riders   Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles   Money, jewelry want me to come get me   Hit me but don't miss me, you history      Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee   Italian Dons from Sicily kiss me   This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga   This ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty      Pain, power, pussy and pistols   Lyrically no one hold none near me, hear me   Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte Cristo   Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though      My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas, do not look back"   Watch where you took rap, no book bags and trucker hats   Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'   What the fuck is that freestyle?      Disciple, disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)      Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Esco)      Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew   Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music   Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor   And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters      Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through somethin' real   Get a smack in your face 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama   Bust shells, destroy yet tryna prevent violence   If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it      Then dress warm for the cemetery climate   When I speak I need cemetery silence   Terror see me, Gold Hummers, Lamborghini's   Man who stole the summer      Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you   Drag you through the cement   Fo-fo Maggie body parts in my man's Maserati car   Then party hard in Madagascar      While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded   I'm pass that gloves on, where the mask at?   Too many love songs all the thugs gone   What happened? Where's the passion?      Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards   Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan, preachin' blackness   Hell yeah, awareness is my alias word to the 'Braveheart'   Written on my bare chest, the realest, here it is      Disciple, disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)      Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)      Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Streets)   Disciple   (Esco)