Stop, Look around.
Prepare to witness a whole new sound.
I'm back, like I said I would.
500 horse running under my hood.
'Twas a cold black night, felt so right,
cops out of sight, crept up to the light, it's red.
Rear view mirror, homeboy steers, objects closer than they appear, Shift the gear, neutral in.
Rpm rising, Fuel injected, Nas in back.
Engines revving, Pedal to the medal, madwhacked.
Nothing but green,
As I lead the way,
el vato makes a scene,
The front is where I'll stay.
Pulls into the shoulder,
he's getting bolder,
His moves are smooth,
- that I'll admit.
but he lacks wit.
Why not give him a chance, make him feel good?
I pull back, and let him step in,
Vato's ahead, arrogance tells him he should,
get cocky, full of pride, now i'll take the win.
In the story of the turtle and hare,
Rabbit's ahead without a care
Turtle never gives up, presses on.
Rabbit falls asleep at the break of dawn.
Who wins?
Slow and steady takes the crown,
Arrogant fools will bow down.
..Back to the streets, the race is on.
Destination nearing across the lawn.
Victory is already in vato's eyes,
Little does he know he's in for a surprise.
Nas switch flipped in my ride,
Quick pass was bonafied.
Relaxin` as I wear the crown,
Fool didn't know he was in my town.
Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Ski.