Nas
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Beat the brakes off of the beat, stalkin' a lead
Hand on the gun, head on the seat, and blood on my feet
Red running into my eyes, but still as calm as can be
Like a predator, feelin' elite, ready to unleash on my feast
Wordsmiths are my forbidden fruit
But then I look at others and wonder is this a trick
Why are you so different?
Life is good despite being birthed a sinner
Let’s pause.
Give it up for my boy Nas.
The wizard of Oz
From a fetus sucking
His mama’s tatas,
To stealing cars
And breaking laws without cause.
Call me the mamba.
