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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, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when 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 track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas 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, wear jewels to run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
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
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
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 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 fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

halftime

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

It's halftime