Halftime

Nasty nas in your area About to cause mass hysteia Before a blunt I take out my fronts Then I start to front Matter a fact I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me on the streets without a ton of Reefer That's the Malcom X catchin a jungle fever King poetic too much flavor I major Atlanta ain't braver I pull a number like a pager 'Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass Forty side is the place that is givin' me grace Now wait another dose and you might be dead 'Cause I'm a Nike head I wear chains that excite the Feds Ain't a damn thing gonna change I'm a performer strain So the mic warmer was born to game Nas why did you do it ? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme It's halftime !! It's like that you know it's like that I got it hemmed now you never get the mic back When I attack there ain't a army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme 'Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kitts for phone time I max like a sax flex like sex In your stereo set Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was fan of the Jackson Five I drop jewels wear jewels hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has the rise 'cause I'm wise This is exercise till the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks And kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand And now at every jam I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch “CHIPS” now I load glock clips I got to have it I miss Mister magic Versatile my style switches like a faggot But not bi sexual I'm intellectual At rap I'm a professional and that's no question yo These are the tyrics of the man you can't near understand 'Cause in the streets I'm well known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format Explode rap and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme I'll be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggers say I'm wild I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme Stay tuned I assume the real rap comes at half time I got it goin' on even flip a morning song Every afternoon I kick half the tune And in the darkness I'm heartless Like when the Narc said word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it 'Cause when I blast the herb that's my word I be stayin' em fast Doin this that and the third But Chill pass the Andre' and ket's lay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee Puttin hits on fire oh cause what it's my turn to go I wait for god with the four pour And biters can't come near And go to hell 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 damp weed This goes out to Manhattan the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is lrvin' fat and The boogie down propd enough clout I'll rest in peace, yo I'm out