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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I 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 wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

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It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an that could strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In stereo sets, Nas will 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 drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

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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 like when the hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime