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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause mass

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn 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

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
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 convict who kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
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 tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that 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 it's my time to go, I 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, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime