Desert Storm

Yo this Nas niggas whuttup?
QB Album coming, niggas ill Will, Bravehearts
My nigga DJ Clue - put
This shit on these niggas
Desert Storm baby 2000!

A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki
Get out the game
Cause entertainment money now is
Off the chain
I put blunts in niggas caskets
Lost in the game i learned about pain
Bodies burnt in drug game
But I'm never gon' die
I never heard of death
Energy could never be destroyed
Only the flesh
So when you niggas try to murder
Me with bullets to my head
This is why you can't kill
Me niggas I'm already dead, bRING IT!
I'm busting, bodies fall in the cemetery
Black blood raining on the street
All you niggas, buried y'all!
Niggas just came home
Fresh out the state greens five time felon
Thinking he jelling in Queens
It's pitiful - what a bid could do
Especially federal
Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison
Got a bed for you waiting
I clapped that Satan
But thought I was dreaming
I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons
I cried with every bit of
Strength of my small body
This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny
Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up
You can't BI, see I'm eternal, not luck
You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave
Your flow is one dimensional
Your level is 2nd grade you on top - WHAT?
Copying fuck, I said it first, you repeated
Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated
Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead
He running like a bitch with
His tail between his legs
Still matic, still eye 4 an eye, wannabe God
You're just the next rapper to die
Fucking with Nas