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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

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

halftime

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

It's halftime