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

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
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 you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

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 that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict 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 relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's 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 raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking 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 it, I miss 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 wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

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

It's halftime