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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn thing 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 fluid when you rhyme, it's

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It's like that, you know it's that
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 time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is 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 mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style like 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 known the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when 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 an extra mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
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

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