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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to mass hysteria

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

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It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that 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 for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

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

It's halftime