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Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to cause mass

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause I blast 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 John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
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

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