Nasty NaS.

Everyone is asking where NaS went - he never left.
Here's his last verse from the unreleased "Film".

"I speak to the street life,
The executive chief types,
The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right,
The botega wearers - modern day Che Guevaras,
`Cause I barely survived crazy eras,
Honest, always make good on my promise,
I don't talk it - I do it, you can hold me to it,
I was born to this life - I didn't invent it,
But I’d be wrong not to take a few meal tickets,
You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs,
Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats,
Either you like beef or you like to spectate,
Give me gloves, and I'm a do it how the refs say,
We touch `em and we come out tussling,
The ghetto is my garden of Eden,
So I keep bobbing and weaving,
It’s intense so I’m hardly breathing,
KO, and the winner is NaS, that’s how the scene ends"