you're afraid to talk to me It's like walking with the wounded Carrying that weight way too far The concrete pulled you down so hard Out there with the wounded
're afraid to talk to me It's like walking with the wounded Carrying that weight way too far The concrete pulled you down so hard Out there with the wounded
superstar, yeahhh He's a super, super, super superstar {he is a superstar} He's a super, super, super superstar {ohhhh, he is yeah} He's a super, super
it comes like a thief in the night Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered On his arms
Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is
t go there! My wound's healing now And your imprint fades, Now just a pale scar For five vanished days. Your voice is so weak, Your face is unclear, Your body a legend
one, competition is none") - Rakim [Verse 2: Consequence] Uh, uh The way Pop was married to the game, he might as well have popped the question 'Cause he
apes An urban legend, in god's eye the perfect seven The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for
superstar {he is a superstar} He's a super, super, super superstar {ohhhh, he is yeah} He's a super, super, super superstar {oh yes he is a} He's a superstarrrrr
Stranger in a foreign land Fearful cries surround him Returning home a wounded man To find he's been forgotten, yeah Courage is the badge he wears Blinded
as heroes. Legends of war, homelands await their return. Hailed be heroes of legends and lore. Immortal skies where the black ravens soar. Of legends
Hard times, when the God rhyme, I maim the minds because he playin mines close We ain't related 'cause he raided mine They see me lampin up in 850's With
Ohh, pick up flutes and fiddles A new tune is beginning A melody forsaken On the chords of our elders song Each note is telling a story A fragment of
wounded beast that's down But but for all their bloody savagery, well they just can't compare With the big bite that the tax man takes when he gets hold
Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is
he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I stay strapped Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me Is it the shades? Is
Messing with the boys in blue Don't you know they'll come for you Better find the exit wound from the flashing of the camera crews Better tell the
