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Right...(echos)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area

About to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my fronts

Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever

King poetic, too much flava, I'm major

Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager

Cuz I'm 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 I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds

And aint' a damn thing gonna change

I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game

Nas, why did you do it?

You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

Right...(echos) X3

It's halftime...

It's like that, you know it's like that

I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back

When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back

So I react never calmly on a hype track

I set it off wit my own rhyme

Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I'm 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

Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach

Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise

This is exercise til the microphone dies

Back in '83, I was an MC sparking

But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and

Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm 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 a bisexual, I'm an intellectual

Of rap, I'm a professional but that's no question, yo

These are the lyrics of the man, you can't narrate, understand

Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man

In my place wit the bass and format

Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that

And next time I rhyme, I be foul whenever I freestyle

I see trial niggaz say I'm wild

I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme

Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

Right...(echos) X3

It's halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this song

Every afternoon, I kick half the tune

And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the narcs hit

Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton

Cuz when I blast a herb, that's my word

I be slaying them fast, doing this, that and third

But chill, past the Andre and let's lay

I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee

Putting hits on 5-0

Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the 4-4

And biters can't come near

And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia

I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed

That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed

This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten

Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and

The Boogie Down, nuff props, enough clout

Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

Right...(echos)X3

It's still halftime