Nas one Mic

[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]

One time.. yeah.. yeah..

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage

One nigga front, my face on the front page

Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib

One God to show me how to do things his son did

Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with

151, one sip’ll make a nigga flip

Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit

Mad violence who I’m gon’ body, this hood politics

Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages

Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us

Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us

One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up

But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again

Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his heineken

Richochetin between the spots that I’m hidin in

Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]

This is my hood i’ma rep, to the death of it

’til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown

Hoodrats, don’t abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon

Sip from the star sun and the moon

In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers

Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors

If you really think you ready to die, with nines out

This is what nas is bout, nigga the time is now!

[whispering again]

Yo, all I need is one mic..

All I need is one mic.. that’s all I need

All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz

All I need is one mic.. yeah

[gradually getting louder]

All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen

One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin

Matter fact maybe more than one, look back

At all the hatred against me, fuck alla them

Jesus died at age 33, there’s thirty-three shots

From twin glocks there’s sixteen apiece, that’s thirty-two

Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17

Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you

Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral

Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent

Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs

My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air

I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times

Now I’m strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines

If y’all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis

Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty

There’s nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust

Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut

That we take these bitches to war, lie ’em down

Cause we stronger now my nigga the time is now!!

[whispering again]

All I need is one mic.. that’s all I need, that’s