~Nas~
Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof
so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took it when he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one, Nigga one love

(Hook)
One love, One love, One love, One love,
One love, One love, One love,
One love be keepin it real...

~Keys~
One love to the hood where I came from,
Soon to be on the plane wit the same one, I do this song wit,
Gotta lotta shit to think about and see what's wrong wit,
Keys be the Mic Prophet like Nastradamus, can't stop the Bombest, when i drop the sonnet,
My lyricism be the clearest opaque to see through,
The vision of livin wit benzes and tels full of pretty women,
Never pre-written like freestyles you rehearse, remixin classics,
Same kid mentioned as the little bastard,
My shit comes out the spot like diarrhea in the toilet pot,
Knoledgeable to the point that i know when to stop, one love