They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand, they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas, too real, Nas, true king
It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with God
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas?"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys…..