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

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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 when you rhyme, halftime

It's

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army could strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
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 flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and 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 biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at 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 come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime