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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a 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 be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's 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 that could back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the 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 a rhyme biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

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

It's halftime