"...I got a story to tell" - the Notorious B.I.G.

This most recent entry of 'got a story' is unique in the sense that the entire narrative is set with the main character is not quite yet a full living and breathing being.

Back in 99' heads was anxiously waiting for the release of Nas’ third album, I Am. Rumor was that It was supposed to be a double album until most of songs leaked onto the web, consequently sending Nas back to the studio to record new songs so the now, single CD would have fresh material.

One of the stand out joints from those series of leaks was Fetus (Belly Button Window). This was later released on The Lost Tapes however it had a slightly different beat arrangement and a few of the bars from the first verse were different. The original was more raw and way better.

Now, lot’s of dudes have made reference to, and or spoken about their “lives” pre birth. It usually manifested itself in the form of a hot line or so.. “I was dope when my pops put d!@& in my mommy”, etc. The homey Nas took that ish to a whole other level by spitting two verses about his conception and development in the womb. Many MCs rap about how they were nice after the doctor their bottom, while Nas’s rhyme concludes with the doctor slapping his ass. There are a small number of MCs (Pharoahe Monch to name one) that could take a topic, so limited in scope, and still manage to make it interesting and listenable. He does so by peppering the track with dope and substantive rhymes. From the womb he warns his parents about the amount of time they have before abortion is no longer an option due to religious reasons. Speaks of mineralization food, dancing when he was board and chats about how uncomfortable the first trimester was due to be choked by his umbilical cord.

Dope song!

BTW, how many MC’s out their can flow to the sound of bubbling amniotic fluid!?!?!

As always, Hip-Hop music is meant to be listened to as well as well as read...so do both clowns!

"Yeah

I want all my niggas to come journey with me

My name is Nas, and the year is 1973

Beginning of me, therefore I could see

Through my belly button window who I am...

I existed in a womb

just like an abyss

Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist

Punching my moms stomach

kicking on her cervix

Twitching cause I'm nervous

Though my intended purpose

Was to be born to reign,

not in scorn or vain

But to take on a name,

that my pops chose for me

Bloodstream full of indo

Developing eyes

Looking out my belly button window

My father sighs

On his face he wears a frown and I'm wondering

If they even want me around

Cause I'll go back to spirit town

So I could rest longer before I come back down

The chute again, in the near future when

mom and pops can agree on this

Was here before

but my moms saw her gynecologist he dumped me off

first they want me, then turn around and they don’t

You got a 120 days do what ya’ll want

But as for me coming back, this be the last time

Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind

[Nas]

I shot my way out my mom dukes

I shot my way out my mom dukes

(Yo) They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past I'm still alive

Guess I got what they call an ill-will to survive

When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes

I know when moms laying down I get bored and start to get live

Move side to side hear loud music and vibe

All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie

Solar energize

mineralized food

flowing through my mothers tube

I'm covered in this thick layer of goo

Month two was the least most comfortable

My umbilical cord choking me

But month 3 was closer, see

Thats when pops took moms to see the doc in the clinic

But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minute

Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well

Feared fist fights

so terrified when we fell

While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall

I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my view was so large

Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take charge

Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July

But the Lord already figured out a day and time

September 14th, 73

Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me

Arms open cause they know when I drop

A lot of shit's gonna stop

See how the government will start re-training cops

Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too

Stay calm,

Holding her arm,

I'm trying to hold on

Surgical gloves touching my scalp

My head pops out

Everything blurry,

My first breath screamed out

Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud

Wanting to hold me, but I was so bloody

They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga aint ugly!"

Placed me in his arms snugly

Laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her body

She loved me

And yo I plan to over through the devil

Y'all bout to see this world in trouble

Motherfuckers..."

(Slap) (Cry)