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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

halftime

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 that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas 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, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
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