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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to cause hysteria

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange 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

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never 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 to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime