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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause 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 streets a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 is the place that is giving 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

It's

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army could 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 your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the 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 more niggas than in the slave
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches 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
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, 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
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime