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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 park 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