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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

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like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
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 like the 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 niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime