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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the that is giving 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 gonna
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 when you rhyme, it's

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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 react never calmly on a 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 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 drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a 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 in the park 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 watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
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 near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless 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 when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
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 Phillie change, more cash for weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime