Ayo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper chasing
Where presidential candidates is planning wars
With other nations, over steak with Masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
They daddies faceless
Play this by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
Tell him his name's Nasir, tell him how he got here
Mama was just having fun with someone above her years
Niggas is still hating, talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming
He'd rather floss with diamonds
They pray "Please God, let him spit that Uzi in the army lining
That shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wops in the park reclining"
Take 27 emcees put 'em in a line and they're out of alignment
My assignment since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
Gets rich but dies rhyming
This is high science
Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more
I'm over their heads like a bulimic on a seesaw
Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gon' bow holmes, this Dow Jones..........