"Street's disciple, my raps are trifle/I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle/Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split/Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit/Verbal assassin, my architect pleases/When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus/Nasty Nas is a rebel to America/Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria/My troops roll up with a strange force/I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source/Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard/Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard/Kidnap the President's wife without a plan/And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan/I melt mics till the sound waves over/Before steppin' to me you'd rather step to Jehovah/Slammin MC's on cement/Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient/I move swift and uplift/your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme/Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words/My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's/Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard/My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God/Science is dropped, my raps are toxic/My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket"
-Nas, "Live at the Barbecue"
