It Ain't Hard to Tell (Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002)

Put your hands up Stillmatic to Illmatic, yeah

Put your hands in the air, c'mon, from Illmatic to Stillmatic, yeah

Put your hands in the air, I see y'all, from Illmatic to Stillmatic, go

Put your hands in the air, from Illmatic to Stillmatic (yeah, let's go back)

Put your hands in the air

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail

The mic is contacted, I attract clientele

My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death

I exhale the yellow smoke of Buddha through righteous steps

Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond

Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin

Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion

Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin'

In my physical, I can express through song

Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong

Drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell

From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell