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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 start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a 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 you rhyme, it's halftime

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It's like that, you know like 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 calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known 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 whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime