| Right... | |
| 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 Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever | |
| King poetic, too much flava, Im 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 | |
| ?'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... | |
| It's halftime... | |
| It's like that, you know it's like that | |
| I got at him, 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 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 mic's in the parks and | |
| Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand | |
| And now in every jam I'm the phucking 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 and that's no question, yo | |
| These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, 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 fould whenever I freestyle | |
| I see trial niggaz say I'm wow | |
| I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme | |
| Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime | |
| Right... | |
| 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 the herb, that's my word | |
| I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third | |
| But chill, past the entree 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 fo-fo | |
| 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, enuff props, enuff clout | |
| Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out | |
| Right... | |
| It's still halftime |
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