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      Halftime

      Halftime

      Nas

      Album: Illmatic

      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

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