"I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners/Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a/unofficial that smoke woolie thai/I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie/Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver/My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer/Sentence begins indented.. with formality/My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology/Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop/I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block/I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat/Childhood lesson made me see him drop in my weed smoke"
-Nas, "Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)"
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