Yeah, I want all my niggas to come with me My name is Nas, and the is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I see Through my belly window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just an Abyss Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to on a name, that my pops chose for me full of indo, developing eyes Nine month process, infant
A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her and bones prayers, she askin' for my good health That I become a man and learn to a way for myself she was, and her paranoia got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's
Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy Both is scrappin' I'm not a baby A can happen
I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom
Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the lights is killin' my I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube I'm covered in this layer of goo
Month two was the least comfortable My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see That's when pops moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all
place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of gon' stop See how the goverment will re-training cops Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced
told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops face he's so Wantin' to hold me, but I was so They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who me in her body She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the Y'all about to see world in trouble