Illmatic
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
It Was Written
Release what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
I Am...
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfucking president
Nastradamus
Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's
Oil in the earth spills
Girls blow they body up, birth control pills
African's pick diamonds out a dark caves
The Lost Tapes
Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep
Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip
Stillmatic
He held a mass appeal and a likkle boy smile
Depressed has a complex, his mouth was foul
God's Son
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Street's Disciple
You don't know struggle
Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you
Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine