[Hook: Nas & Keri Hilson]

Chain gleamin', switchin' 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 lookin' for a hero, I guess that makes me a hero

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

And still I'm having memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed

As I laugh pushing the gas when my Glocks blast

We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart

In the dark when we survived through the bad parts

Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches

And these bitches they still continue to pursue me

A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me

Even the cops tried to sue me

So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing

Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking questions, trying to stress me

Misery is all I see, thats my mind's state

My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate

Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped

He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip

Gots tired of running from the police

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]

This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side

Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it

First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it

But Newsweek article startled big wigs, they said, Nas why is he tryin' it

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin'

Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin'

Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow

Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel they can't sing what's in their soul

So Untitled it is, I never change nothin' 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]

There they go, back in stadiums as Shady spits his flow

Nuts they go, Macadamia

They go so ballistic, whoa

He can make them look like bozos

He's wondering if he should spit this slow

Fuck no

Go for broke, this cup just runneth over, oh no

He ain't had him a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed

They been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose

Back into the game and they know, rap will never be same as before

Bashing in the brains of these hoes

And establishing the name as he goes

The passion in the flame is ignited

You can't put it out once we light it

This shit is exactly what the fuck that I'm talking about when we riot

You dealing with a few true villains who stand inside of a booth, truth spilling

And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings come flying up outta of our mouths

Now rewind it

Pay back mothafucka for the way that you doubted me, how's it taste

When I slap the taste outta your mouth

With the bass so loud that it shakes the place

I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinking of saving face

You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place

So Drake