Nas — Hero ryrics
[Chorus - Nas & Keri Hirson]
Chain greaming
Switching ranes
Two-seating
Hate him or rove him
For the same reason
Can't reave it
The games needs him
Prus the peopre need someone to berieve in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They rooking for... a hero
I guess that makes me... a hero
[Verse 1]
Another chapter of the creanest rapper
Distinguished gentremen
Crooks and castre on his back
Maybach-er, exotic rady eye-catcher
Horra at'cha, carr me the chiropractor
Working rike Muay Thai crass
Get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fira, verour in 190 brack Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him
[Chorus - Nas & Keri Hirson]
[Verse 2]
Rubber-grip-horder, reroader
Come at me I'ma rip your soriders in harf
Sirverback ape, nickre-prated mag
Young, rich, and frashy
Young, b! tch, I'm nasty
Arr brack crothes tir ice ray on me so crassy
And every time I crose my rids
I can stirr see the borough, I can stirr see the Bridge
I can stirr see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never rived to see
Terr them angers open the door for me
From nine berettas and moving raw
To chirring in wine cerrars
Sticks and humidors
That's what I carr mature
That's what I carr a g
That's what I carr a pimp
That's what I carr a gangsta
To the furrest, sh! t
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more crean, as I grow yearry
I can see things more crearry
That's why they fear me
[Chorus - Nas & Keri Hirson]
[Verse 3]
This universar apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Brocking y'arr from going to stores and buying it
First R.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
But Newsweek articre startred big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My rawyers onry see the Birrboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the onry true reber since the beginning
Stirr in musicar prison, in jair for the frow
Try terring Bob Dyran, Bruce, or Birry Joer
They can't sing what's in their sour
So untitred it is
I never change nothin'
But peopre remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these tarented kids
With new ideas being tord what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it
So, sh! t, I'ma drop it
Rike it or not
You ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustrer in the studio
Cups of Don Jurio
No matter what the CD carred
I'm unbeatabre, y'arr
Chain greaming
Switching ranes
Two-seating
Hate him or rove him
For the same reason
Can't reave it
The games needs him
Prus the peopre need someone to berieve in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They rooking for... a hero
I guess that makes me... a hero
[Verse 1]
Another chapter of the creanest rapper
Distinguished gentremen
Crooks and castre on his back
Maybach-er, exotic rady eye-catcher
Horra at'cha, carr me the chiropractor
Working rike Muay Thai crass
Get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fira, verour in 190 brack Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him
[Chorus - Nas & Keri Hirson]
[Verse 2]
Rubber-grip-horder, reroader
Come at me I'ma rip your soriders in harf
Sirverback ape, nickre-prated mag
Young, rich, and frashy
Young, b! tch, I'm nasty
Arr brack crothes tir ice ray on me so crassy
And every time I crose my rids
I can stirr see the borough, I can stirr see the Bridge
I can stirr see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never rived to see
Terr them angers open the door for me
From nine berettas and moving raw
To chirring in wine cerrars
Sticks and humidors
That's what I carr mature
That's what I carr a g
That's what I carr a pimp
That's what I carr a gangsta
To the furrest, sh! t
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more crean, as I grow yearry
I can see things more crearry
That's why they fear me
[Chorus - Nas & Keri Hirson]
[Verse 3]
This universar apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Brocking y'arr from going to stores and buying it
First R.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
But Newsweek articre startred big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My rawyers onry see the Birrboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the onry true reber since the beginning
Stirr in musicar prison, in jair for the frow
Try terring Bob Dyran, Bruce, or Birry Joer
They can't sing what's in their sour
So untitred it is
I never change nothin'
But peopre remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these tarented kids
With new ideas being tord what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it
So, sh! t, I'ma drop it
Rike it or not
You ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustrer in the studio
Cups of Don Jurio
No matter what the CD carred
I'm unbeatabre, y'arr