>Through the lights, camera, and action, glamour, glitter and
>gold
>I unfold the scroll, plans see the stampede the globe
>When Im deceased, by then the beast'll rise like yeast
>To conquer peace, leavin savages to run in the streets
>Live on the run, police payin me to give em my gun
>Tricked the system with the wisdom that imprisoned my son
>Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
>Im raunchy, but things I do is real and never haunt me, while
>Funny style niggas run in a pile
>Rooster heads on a bus on they way to Rikers isle
>Holdin weed inside they pussy with they mind on the pretty
>things in life
>Props is a true thugs wife
>Its like a cycle
>Niggas come in, do a bid, do a bullet, come back, do the same
>shit again
>From the womb to the tomb, assume the unpredictable
>Gun salute life rapidly, its a ritual



And yea, it's one my alltime favorite Nas verses.

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