Right...



Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area

About to cause mass hysteria



Before a blunt I take out my fronts

Then I start to front matter of fact I be on a manhunt

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

That's like Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever

King poetic too much flava Im major

Atlanta and braver I pull a number like a pager

Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass

40 side is the place that is giving me grace

Now wait, another dose and you might be dead

And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds

And aint' a damn thing gonna change

?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?

Nas, why did you do it

You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime



Right...

It's halftime...



It's like that, you know it's like that

I got at him, now you never get the mic back

When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back

So I react never calmly on a hype track

I set it off wit my own rhyme

Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex

In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck

I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive

When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5

I drop jewels, wear jewels to never run it

Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach

Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise

This is exercise til the microphone dies

Back in '83, I was an MC sparking

But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and

Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm the phucking man

I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships

I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips

I got to have it, I miss Mr Magic

Versatile, my style switches like a faggot

But not a bisexual, I'm an intellectual

Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo

These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand

Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man

In my place wit the bass and format

Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that

And next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyle

I see trial niggaz say I'm wow

I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme

Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime



Right...

It's halftime



I got it going on, even flip 'em on this song

Every afternoon, I kick half the tune

And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the narcs hit

Word to marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton

Cuz when I blast the herb, that's my word

I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third

But chill, past the entree and let's lay

I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee

Putting hits on 5-0

Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo

And biters can't come near

And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia

I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed

That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed

This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten

Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and

The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout

Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out



Right...

It's still halftime