Speechless

I don't even know what's goin' on no more I don't even know what's happenin', man Ain't no answers I'ma figure some shit out though, ya hear? You know? Yeah, yeah Just tryna get my weight up Tryna get all my watches in order Get my safe up, get great I'm twenty-one years past the 27 Club It's like I went back into my past and then I sped it up Robert Johnson, Winehouse and Morrison found where heaven was Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome and the scary stuff I told my brother Jung', "Fuck 'em, they gon' go through Hell with us They don't have the history in the streets that compare with us" Hood niggas, they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis Only thing undefeated is time The second is the internet, number three is this rhyme Before security, my dawg had to sneak in the nine God must be on my side I had to eat and provide, my winning streak is divine I told dunn, "Leave the street shit behind Don't let 'em hype you, a slow run beats cheatin' the grind" Dawg, I'm tellin' it like it is, you gotta deal with the consequence When you runnin' in niggas' cribs, nigga, you better be ready to sit Dope dealers, street hustlers, pop cases Throw dice on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, skullies hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Left 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Pick a down on his luck rapper, bet he broker The arrogance of a crackhead mad at a weed smoker Or a pill taker who hate a distilled wine drinker A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger Aight, I get it, it's who the littest, we in competition "Y'all did it first"-ed me the death, I got a proposition You and your brothers stop plottin' on each other, plot on millions Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest Spread your bets out Double down on what's working, then you double up Hands on your paper, they send the hate no matter what you touch Honestly, I'm speechless Fly to Greece, twenty pointers on the chain, I freaked it Lawn chair in the hood, sittin' comfortably I must be insane, givin' you bars, runnin' companies I'm done with the redundancies, checking on my history Making content for Viacom, license music to Tiffany's I come from Dope dealers, street hustlers, pop cases Throw dice on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (speechless) Just like when the judge read the sentence Threw your life away in minutes Left 'em speechless (speechless) The bounce back is the greatest feeling When they thought that you was finished Leave 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) --- Speechless - Nas