Music Art & Beats: 2014

People want to make a joke out of how hard we work, you know what I'm saying, whether it's South Park making a joke a long time ago about us going to the fashion shows, whether it's MTV recently making a joke...it's fine, it's all funny and everything, but don't distract from my mission. It's not a joke what we do up here. This music is not a joke. What we do, culturally, is not a joke. When I was at an all-black school and people used to pick on the only white girl, that was not a joke. So for me, to be in a very publicised interracial relationship, it's not a joke. It's something that should be treated with respect. 'Cause we're all in this together. You know, they try to make it seem like a self-absorbed thing, but the bottom line is, I want to be able to create more, to create more that can help more people.

Yo, 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
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} 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
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin 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!