One Mic

[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Nas] [Verse 1] 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 Writing names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us, 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 Ricocheting between the spots that I'm hiding in Blacking out as I shoot back, fuck getting hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon Sent from the star, sun, and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience Leaving 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 [Hook] All I need is one mic All I need is one mic All I need is one mic All I need is one mic [Verse 2] All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen One prayer – tell God forgive me for one sin Matter of fact, maybe more than one Look back, at all the hatred against me: fuck all of them Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots From twin Glocks, there's sixteen apiece, that's 32 Which means one of my guns was holding 17 27 hit your crew, 6 went into you Everybody gotta die sometime Hope your funeral Never gets shot up Bullets tear through the innocent Nothing is fair Niggas roll up, shooting from wheelchairs My heart is racing, tasting revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of Macs, too many nines If y'all niggas really with me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothing in our way They bust, we bust, they rush, we rush Lead flying, 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man What I stand for speaks for itself They don't understand Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talking all that slick shit The same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is Niggas'll move on you Only if they know what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns, I'm blasting, cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashing War gets deep, some beef is everlasting Complete with thick scars Brothers knifing each other Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed, body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwing dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Should've knew she wasn't true She came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blinding, I never make the same mistakes Moving with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swelling my melon cause none of these niggas real Heard they were telling police, how can a kingpin squeal This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul-searching The time is now [Hook]