Nature - The Foulness Pt 4(Final Chapter) Feat Nas

This should of been called Nature's Shine Part 2! God damn such a fresh track, in the year when hip hop peaked! 1996 Flavor! I once labeled this track Forever Fresh, but it is really called The Founless Part 4(The Final Chapter) off DJ Clue's Fall 96 Mixtape. This version is slightly longer then most the other versions going around, but the quality isn't as good.

Now you can take it back to block
to all gods that used to slap box
they yap for new chains
Q train playin the last stop
regardless of rain or mad hot
it never mattered
lifes just pussy an cable
plus they label me savage
for the love of it
till my death day stay on some other shit
pap' dukes second nut
inherited his stubborness
skys are greyer
my whole click despise the mayor
wit dreams to excel
politickin amongst the wisest players
playin the cut
forever ganja'd up
private affairs
confide in my peers
new years to hanukah
the streets a death trap
peep chickens to where i rest at
procede with trickin
with three positions
some even blessed at
its only right tho
i like em light, thin
an type psycho
phony nails, pony tails
lustin for white gold
i ass bet my life on the dice roll
you know the steelo
who write for leige
an never bites the hand that feeds ya

react like what?
clean cut
act up
royal as king tut
diamond cut teeth
beef what?
i know some crews
who go thru cars
like shoes
some niggas make the news
wildest animals
who savior tools on the avenues
and b ways
change shit from my pops days
to these days
an pj's
i concentrate on how the weed strains
unlike the corpse of many
unfortunately
alotta friends are in the pens
have thoughts to hit me
iceberg
eyes blurred
flights to pitsburgh
with this bird
got a room
sign on the door not to disturb
we twist herb
listen to rumors that this bitch heard
some of em obsurd
some make me say "word"
dosed off
clothes off
hopin to make moves to the pawn shop
an drive slow north
make it home an get these 44's off
word up
gotta get this shit right Nature
need the paper
desert storms everywhere
the firms everywhere
bring it to the tables like this
baby boy
bring it to the tables

stay on some gat shit
peep the firms top draft pick
collapsin on the opposition
soldiers is captured
god explain it
we roll as one
as tho endangered
bitches'll hold the toast
i post bail durin the arraignment
24/7 the same shit
another customer posin as a decoy
partner kinda muscular
a buy an bust
tusseled my way up out the iron cuffs
narcs is jumpin out the skies
knowin i supply the stuff
they fuckin shisty
identify me by my nikes
dice won against the grain
nice chain ice in a christ piece
extortionist
constantly tossed by crooked officers
they swarm the fortress
caught'em hoppin outta Corsicas
niggas is foldin
phony cridential visa stolen
cant even speak right
plus keep crack beneath ya scrotem
seek advice in the streets
slightly righteously
on stolen land
escaping outta state snakes
the home of sam
forever roll with fam
no rest its just my destiny
effortlessly finesse the recipe
till my death day
forever fresh
stay firm
pushin
GS 3's
who checkin me
i call the play
you set the d
fuck a ref
toe to toe son
we hold it down successfully

puttin shit in proper prospective god!

Also can't tell whether Nas said "strung out on ours" or "strung out on Ides"...