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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 streets a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And a damn 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 when you rhyme, it's

It's

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels 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 dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
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 wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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

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