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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause mass

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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