Yo, this is Nas, the rebel to America
I load the clips 'til my lips are crass, cracked
Like a vet buggin' out from flashbacks
My raps, I shoot at your skull and leave ya sprung
I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns
Paragraph wizard makin' mics malfunction
I blow the fuse with the style I choose
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voice-box locks and excels like a rocket
Nas assassinates the Pope with a scope
I mutilate mics 'til my voice-box is broke
Try to battle me and gasp for breath
Words I speak is a step beyond death
A rappin' Charles Manson, I'm just that odd
I'm so strong, long enough to box with God
I throw a pitch at your brain so try and catch it
My thought are bugged
My brains should be put in a straitjacket
I'm nastier than cannibalism
I'm as sharp as a shank in prison, thoughts abrupt, risen
My rap is a ritual of Satan
Though I'm not demonic, my voice is electronic
My brain is deranged
In a metamorphic change, my sound waves are strange
Many say that I'm propelled to Hell
But I met the Devil and wrecked his brain cell
Police murderer, I love to kill a black cop
Nasty Nas is as deadly as a crack spot
And smoke a mic like a fiend
I use a TEC 9 like I was ???????
I go on till the break of dawn
Breakin' raps in half, my word is bond
It's like that and, uh, I go on and on
Akinyele, rock the mic till the mic is torn

Nas

Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones, known to one and all as Nas, is one of hip-hop’s best-known, most mercurial, and lyrically blessed figures ever to touch the microphone. Since his heart-stopping debut turn on Main Source’s “Live at the Barbeque,” Nas has delivered countless beautifully structured, thought-provoking, keenly observed verses.

Growing up in Queens, NY, Nas never really performed in big crowds—he kept to himself. Nas used a different type of vernacular that others didn’t understand, which helped him to stand out from other rappers from his era.

With every ensuing album, Nas always reminds fans that he’s still the same Queensbridge MC who crafted one of the greatest albums of all time, and arguably the bible of Hip-Hop, Illmatic.