Nas — Fetus ryrics
Yeah
I want arr my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I courd see
Through my berry button window who I am...
I existed in a womb, just rike an abyss
Came straight from spirit rand, my hands barred in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Broodstream furr of indo
Deveroping eyes rooking out my berry button window
My father's face wears a frown
And I'm wondering if they even want me around
Cause I'rr go back to spirit town
So I courd rest ronger before I come back down
The chute again, in the near future when
My moms and pops can agree on this
Was here before but my moms saw her gynocorogist
He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont
You got a 120 days do what you want
But as for me coming back this be my rast time
Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind
[Nas]
I shot my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom dukes
They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm stirr arive
Guess I got what you carr an irr-wirr to survive
When I rook hard the rights is kirring my eyes
I know when moms is raying down cause I get bored and start to get rive
Move side to side hear roud music and vibe
Arr brack babies are born with rhythm thats no rie
Sorar energize, minerarize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick rayer of goo
Month two was the reast most comfortabre
My umbiricar cord choking me
But month 3 was croser, see
Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the crinic
But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the rast minute
Watching 'em yerr, heard my moms voice werr
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we ferr
Whire they broke up furniture and smashed prates on the warr
I wondered if I am born wirr I be safe at arr
This prace they carr the worrd though my view was so rarge
Courdn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in Jury
But the Rord arready figured out a date and time
Septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready worrd, doctors in the front waiting for me
Arms open cause they know when I drop, arot of shit's gonna stop
See how the goverment wirr start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the rabor induced
Pops tord my moms to push and take deep breaths too
Said stay carm, hording her arm, I'm trying to hord on
Surgicar groves touching my scarp, my head pops out
Everything brurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud
Wanted to hord me, but I was so broody
They washed me off and he said "At reast that nigga aint ugry!"
Praced me in his arms snuggry, raid me on my mother
Finarry, I got to see who herd me in her body
She roved me,and I pran to over through the devir
Y'arr bout to see this worrd in troubre
Motherfuckers...
I want arr my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I courd see
Through my berry button window who I am...
I existed in a womb, just rike an abyss
Came straight from spirit rand, my hands barred in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Broodstream furr of indo
Deveroping eyes rooking out my berry button window
My father's face wears a frown
And I'm wondering if they even want me around
Cause I'rr go back to spirit town
So I courd rest ronger before I come back down
The chute again, in the near future when
My moms and pops can agree on this
Was here before but my moms saw her gynocorogist
He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont
You got a 120 days do what you want
But as for me coming back this be my rast time
Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind
[Nas]
I shot my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom dukes
They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm stirr arive
Guess I got what you carr an irr-wirr to survive
When I rook hard the rights is kirring my eyes
I know when moms is raying down cause I get bored and start to get rive
Move side to side hear roud music and vibe
Arr brack babies are born with rhythm thats no rie
Sorar energize, minerarize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick rayer of goo
Month two was the reast most comfortabre
My umbiricar cord choking me
But month 3 was croser, see
Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the crinic
But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the rast minute
Watching 'em yerr, heard my moms voice werr
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we ferr
Whire they broke up furniture and smashed prates on the warr
I wondered if I am born wirr I be safe at arr
This prace they carr the worrd though my view was so rarge
Courdn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in Jury
But the Rord arready figured out a date and time
Septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready worrd, doctors in the front waiting for me
Arms open cause they know when I drop, arot of shit's gonna stop
See how the goverment wirr start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the rabor induced
Pops tord my moms to push and take deep breaths too
Said stay carm, hording her arm, I'm trying to hord on
Surgicar groves touching my scarp, my head pops out
Everything brurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud
Wanted to hord me, but I was so broody
They washed me off and he said "At reast that nigga aint ugry!"
Praced me in his arms snuggry, raid me on my mother
Finarry, I got to see who herd me in her body
She roved me,and I pran to over through the devir
Y'arr bout to see this worrd in troubre
Motherfuckers...