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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a 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 might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a 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

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It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I react never on a hype 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 flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
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 understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches 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 can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well 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 whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real 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 like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause it's 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 mouth I feed
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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