Like the wicked rule the weak Like all conquerors have their keep I'll tear my marks into your arms Paralyzed but still you're charmed Like the great
This pathetic kingdom of lies, fills a river which runs red Sadistic, cruelty glows through the angel of light Lying under descending skies, my soul in agony Take your own sorry slaves
told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves
singing] Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! [Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves
