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

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 streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army could strike back
So I react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
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 of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
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 like the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
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

It's

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

It's halftime