bring that illmatic back that Nas 95 live nigga rap where all mcs at i been laying low

playing slow but everyday i grow leaps and bounds my mind quiet i aint gotta speak no sounds until i write it down then i make speaker drown no squares in my circle spears of the purple so its only a selected few keep around the ones that bang wit a nigga when the beef go down I'm 2 feet the street staying on my toes i feel bad for those dudes so I'm praying for my foes all the lies exposed now its coming to a close stop giving up blows in exchange for a deal for a few bills a name fame and the thrills in Detroit niggas bang spit the flame from the grill most underrated and hated if it came to the skill top five dead or alive Detroit I-75 and i aint home right now but home is the in the heart wherever i stop telling this incredible lies