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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to cause hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, 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
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
I'm am ace when I face 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 chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
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 stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
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
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the 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 understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless 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 bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
goes 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