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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 to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I 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 excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch 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 jewels to run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
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 blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits 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 plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime