Verbal Intercourse.
But that Wu Tang Clan joint with Raekwon and Deck called "Let My nikkas Live "from 'The W' was serious.
[Nas]
I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends,with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril,the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shyt
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bytches who famous
Pretty dikk, puttin stitches in they anus
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only nikka Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nikka