Intro (2005) lyrics

Illmatic
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
It Was Written
Release what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
I Am...
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherf*cking president
Nastradamus
Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's
Oil in the earth spills
Girls blow they body up, birth control pills
African's pick diamonds out a dark caves
The Lost Tapes
Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep
Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip
Stillmatic
He held a mass appeal and a likkle boy smile
Depressed has a complex, his mouth was foul
God's Son
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Street's Disciple
You don't know struggle
Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you
Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine