(Right..) (Right..) Check me out yall, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Nas] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer Thats like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flavor, Im major Atlanta aint Brave-r, Ill pull a number like a pager Cause Im am ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And Im a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds And aint a damn thing gonna change Ima performer (?) show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, its halftime (Right..) Its halftime (Right..) Aiyyo its halftime (Right..) Its halftime (Right..) Yeah, its about halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel [Nas] Its like that, you know its like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there aint an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause Im as ill as a convict who kills for phone time Im max like cassettes, I flex like sex in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mothers stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause Im wise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mics in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldnt understand And now in every jam Im the fuckin man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, Im an intellectual Of rap, Im a professional and thats no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you cant near it, understand Cuz in the streets, Im well known like the number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap, and tell me Nas aint all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say Im wow I hate a rhymebiters rhyme Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime (Right..) Its halftime (Right..) Exhale, check it its halftime (Right..) Its halftime (Right..) Its real in the field Word life, check it [Nas] I got it goin on, even flip em on this song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, Im heartless like when the NARCs hit Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb, thats my word I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third But chill, past to Andre, and lets slay I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee Puttin hits on 5-0 Csudr when its my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo And biters cant come near And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I wont plant seeds, dont need an extra mouth I cant feed Thats extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, Im out (Right..) Its still halftime (Right..) To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew, you know its halftime (Right..) Ninety-two, its halftime (Right..) Yo police, police man, yo lets get ghost Halftime..
Artist: Nas
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