Halftime
::Nas::
Right check me out yall Nasty Nas in your area about to cause mass hysteria before a blunt I take out my fronts then I start to front matter of fact I be on a manhunt you couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer that's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic too much flava I'm major Atlanta and braver I pull a number like a pager cause I'mma ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace now wait another dose and you might be dead and I'mma Nike head I wear chains that excite the feds and aint' a damn thing gonna change Imma perform a strange 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 halftime right it's halftime.
::Chorus::
Right right right its halftime right right right hey yo its halftime Right right right its halftime right right right.
::Nas::
It's like that you know it's like that I got at him now you never get the mic back when I attack there ain't an army that could strike back so I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes I flex like sexin your stereo sets Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle now all I do is relax and strive when I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels wear jewels to never run it wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise kid surprise this is exercise til the microphone dies back in '83 I was an MC sparking but I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand and now in every jam I'm the fucking man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch C.H.I.P.S now I load glock clips I got to have it I miss Mr Magic Versatile my style switches like a faggot but not a bisexual I'm an intellectual of rap
I'mma professional and that's no question yo these are the lyrics of the man you can't near it understand cause in the streets I'm well known like the number man in my place wit the bass and format explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that and next time I rhyme I be fould whenever I freestyle I see trial niggas say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme stay tuned Nas soon the real rap comes at halftime right it's halftime.
::Chorus::
::Nas::
I got it going on even flip'em on this song every afternoon I kick half the tune and in the darkness I'm heartless like when the narcs hit word to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton cause when I blast the herb that's my word I be slaying them fast doing this that in the third but chill past the antrey and let's lay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee putting hits on 5-0 cause when it's my time to go I wait for God wit the fo-fo and biters can't come near and yo go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds don't need an extra mouth I can't feed that's extra philly change more cash for that weed this goes out to Manhattan the Island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and the Boogie Down enough props enough clout I'll will rest in peace yo I'm out right it's still halftime.
::Chorus::
::Outro::
92 is halftime.
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