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NAS
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Halftime (Explicit Version)
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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 flavour, I'm major Atlanta ain't braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'mma 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'm a 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
Right... It's 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 react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with 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 ya, 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, hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, cause I'm wise This is exercise till 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 wouldn't understand And now on every jam I'm the fucking man 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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 bisexual, I'm an intellectual With 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 Am I in 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 niggaz say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned, I assume the real rap comes at halftime
Right... It's halftime
I got it going on, even flip them on his 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 Cuz when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slaying them fast, doing this, that and the third But chill, pass the Andre and let's lay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee 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 you'll 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 damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
Right... It's still halftime
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