Nas - The Second Coming lyrics

Third grade, singin Star Spangled Banner
Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
Animal behavior
Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn
Hummin a KISS rock song
Socks long to my knees
Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
Playin freeze tag, can I stay out
Please dad?
Can I hang wit my little gang out?
Hearin shots rang out
Heard my moms call my name out
Come upstairs, run up stairs
Take a bath, shit stained underwears
Wipe yourself wit paper
Bad little ass in my bed at 8: 30
Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
Was my future for this young one
Hooping in the sun
Proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood days
But things ain't change

"Nasty Nasty Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
"It's like that, you know it's like that"
"Nas Nas'll catch wreck"
"You got the mad fat fluid"

Bumpy Johnson style, old timers
Crocodile shoes
Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's
Boss of wild crews
Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats
Quarter field coats
Cadillacs wit white walls and
Chrome wheel spokes they was organizing
Investing in a piece of the hood
They had drugs, bettin numbers
Police understood
They played the Cotton Club, red carpet
Hoes on they arm
Plush minks, pimped out gangstas
Civil rights wasn't won
E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
Nixon was the anti-christ
Bitches ass was bigger than
Sniffin nose candy white
Listenin to Malcom speak
Talcum powder shaving cream
Layin back, barber chair
Straight razor clean babies is born
Big families started to blossom
Mad people just applied for
Apartments and got em
Used to be rules to this
Game of hustlers and dealers
From tommy guns to mac 10's
QB's new born killers (shit is changed)

Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot
Niggas stabbed winter nights
Pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
Kids quick to bed but they
Heads from gats poppin
Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes
Don status dope fiends got syringes
Poppin out they arms sractchin
I remember park jams
Gazelles, perfect wave shell
Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
Private stock bare
Niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
Hats tilted
Wild niggas lickin shots in the air
Me and Pop was there
Through the years our names would switch
Ain't nuttin changed but the
Names Nastradamus and Blizz
What project is this? QB, Vernon and Tenth
12th Street, murderous pimps
Hot as hell's heat what could you tell me
Nigga's seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done
Just remember my name