Hero - Nas

 Intro:

QB… where the fuck y'all at?

Ha... YEAH, let's go

GETS MONEY!

Chorus:

Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater

Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh)

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes)

So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want

They lookin' for a (hero)

I guess that makes me a (hero)

Verse 1:

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen

Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher

Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor

Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya

And of course I've been the boss since back when

Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz

Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin'

Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'—I'm him

Chorus:

Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater

Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh)

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes)

So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want

They lookin' for a (hero)

I guess that makes me a (hero)

Verse 2:

Rubber-grip-holder, reloader

Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half

Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag

Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty

All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy

And every time I close my lids

I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge

I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see

Tell them angels open the door for me

From nine Berettas and movin' raw

To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors

That's what I call mature

That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp

That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit

I try to make more cream

By every September 14th, that's my dream

So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly

I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!)

Chorus:

Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater

Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh)

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes)

So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want

They lookin' for a (hero)

I guess that makes me a (hero)

Verse 3:

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 bein' told what they can and can't spit

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma 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!

Outro:

Yeah, Nas, Polow da Don