Hero

Hero

Nas

What's up **** y'all

Ahh

Yeah

Let'go

Chain gleaming

Switching lanes

Two-seating

Hate him or love him

For the same reason (wish)

Can't leave it

The games needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)

So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want

They looking for . . . a hero

I guess that makes me . . . a hero

Another chapter

of the cleanest rapper

Distinguished gentlemen

Crooks and castle

on his back

Maybach-er

exotic lady eye-catcher

Holla at'cha

call me the chiropractor

Working like Muay Thai class

Get pers-pire out ya

And of course

I've been the boss

since back when

Rocking D Boy

Fila, velor

in a 190 black Benz

Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping

Used to be train robbing

face covered in stocking

I'm him!

Chain gleaming

Switching lanes

Two-seating

Hate him or love him

For the same reason (wish)

Can't leave it

The games needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)

So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want

They looking for . . . a hero

I guess that makes me . . . a hero

Rubber-grip-holder

reloader

Come at me I'ma rip your soldiers

in half

Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag

Young, rich, and flashy

Young, bitch, I'm nasty

All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy

And every time I close my lids

I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge

I can still see the dreams that my nigga ain't never lived to see

Tell them angels open the door for me

From nine berettas and moving raw

To chilling in wine cellars

Sticks and humidors

That's what I call mature

That's what I call a g

That's what I call a pimp

That's what I call a gangsta

To the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make more cream

By every step to September 14th

that's my dream

So I can be more clean

as I grow yearly

I can see things more clearly

That's why they fear me

Chain gleaming

Let's go!

Switching lanes

Two-seating

Hate him or love him

For the same reason (wish)

Can't leave it

The games needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)

So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want

They looking for . . . a hero

I guess that makes me . . . a hero

It's universal apartheid

I'm hog-tied

the corporate side

Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it

First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it

But Newsweek article startled big wigs

They said, Nas, why is he trying it?

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning

Forgetting

Nas the only true rebel since the beginning

Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow

Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel

They can't sing what's in their soul!

So "Untitled" it is

I never change nothin', but people remember this

If NaS can't say it

think about these talented kids

With new ideas

being told what they can and can't spit

I can't sit and watch it

So shit , I'ma drop it

Like it or not

You ain't gotta cop it

I'm a hustler in the studio

Cups of Don Julio

No matter what the CD called

I'm unbeatable, y'all

Let's Go!