Hero

[Hook] Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero, I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 1] Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks and Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking - I'm him [Hook] [Verse 2] Rubber-grip-holder, reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half, silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the bridge I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw to chilling in wine cellars Sticks and humidors, that's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me, let's go [Hook] [Verse 3] This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs, they said Nas why is he trying it My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel they can't sing what's in their soul So Untitled it is, I never change nothing, but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'mma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go