Halftime

Right...

Check me out yall, 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 couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
Thats 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 Im 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 Im 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, its halftime

Right...
Its halftime...

Its like that, you know its like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there aint an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own rhyme
Cuz Im as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
Im 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 mothers 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 mics in the park and
Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldnt understand
And now in every jam Im 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, Im an intellectual
Of rap, Im a professional and thats no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you cant near it, understand
Cuz in the streets, Im well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me nas aint all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyle
I see trial niggaz say Im wow
I hate a rhymebiters rhyme
Stay tuned, nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

Right...
Its halftime

I got it going on, even flip em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, Im heartless like when the narcs hit
Word to marcus garvey or heartless sparkton
Cuz when I blast the herb, thats my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lets lay
I bag bitches up at john jay and hit a mantinee
Putting hits on 5-0
Cuz when its my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters cant come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot garcia
I wont plant seeds, dont need an extra mouth I cant feed
Thats 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, Im out

Right...
Its still halftime