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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear 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 when you rhyme, it's

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It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
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 jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

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

It's halftime