Produced By: N/A
"Peace to my seed and thanks for her birth," says Nas, "Destiny, that's her name." The shout-out from the brand new dad makes one believe this unfinished joint (with its ringing, lush sound by an uncredited producer) is from (most likely) 1994. Displaying "smooth criminal skill locked in a human flesh shield," Nas is basically playing around, getting an initial feel of the amazing track. "On the freestyle tip/When I finish this shit/It's sure to be a hit/Peace..." That he never went back to finish (or if he did and the finalized version was never released) feels like a crap-out, for real. It would have been great.