Yo this Nas n***as whuttup?
QB Album coming, n***as ill Will, Bravehearts
My n***a DJ Clue - put this shit on these n***as
Desert Storm baby 2000!

A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki, get out the game
Cause entertainment money now is off the chain
I put blunts in n***as caskets, lost in the game
I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game
But I'm never gon' die, I never heard of death
Energy could never be destroyed, only the flesh
So when you n***as try to murder me with bullets to my head
This is why you can't kill me n***as I'm already dead, BRING IT!
I'm busting, bodies fall in the cemetery
Black blood raining on the street
All you n***as, buried y'all!
N***as just came home, fresh out the state greens
Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens
It's pitiful - what a bid could do, especially federal
Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison
Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan
But thought I was dreaming
I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons
I cried with every bit of strength of my small body
This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny
Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up
You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck
You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave
Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade
You on top - WHAT?
Copying fuck, I said it first, you repeated
Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated
Y'all n***as all hail, the King is dead
He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs
Still-matic, still eye 4 an eye, wannabe God
You're just the next rapper to die, fucking with Nas