Halftime

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 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 Malcolm X, catching the Jungle Fever
 King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
 Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
 'Cause I'm 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, I wear chains that excite the feds
 And ain't a damn thing gonna change
 I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
 Nas, why did you do it?
 You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
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 (Check it out) it's halftime
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 Ayo, it's halftime
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 It's halftime
 (Right, right, right, right) yeah, it's about halftime
 It's like that, you know it's like that
 I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
 When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
 So I never react calmly on a hype track
 I set it off with my own rhyme
 'Cause 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'll 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, hope to never run it
 With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
 Nasty Nas has to rise 'cause I'm wise
 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
 Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
 And now in every jam I'm the fucking man
 I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
 I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips
 I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
 Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
 But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual rap
 I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
 These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
 'Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
 In my place with the bass and format
 Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
 And next time I rhyme, I'll be foul
 Whenever I freestyle, I see trial, niggas say I'm wowed
 I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme
 Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
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 It's halftime
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 Exhale, check it, it's halftime
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 It's halftime
 (Right, right, right, right) it's real in the field
 Word life, check it
 I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song
 Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
 And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the Narcs hit
 Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
 'Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
 I'll be slaying them fast, doing this that and the third
 But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
 I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinée
 Putting hits on 5-0
 'Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
 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 Phillies change, more cash for that weed
 This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
 Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
 Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
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 It's still halftime
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 To the Queensbridge crew
 To the Queensbridge crew
 You know it's halftime
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 '92, it's halftime
 (Right, right, right, right) yo, police, police man, yo, let's get ghost
 Halftime