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Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to cause mass

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't me in the streets 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 like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

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It's that, you know it's 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 on a hype track
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 stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a 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 the mic's in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I 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 lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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I got it going on, even 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus 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 Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And can't come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime