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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another 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 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 like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike 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 kills for phone
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's 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 switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the 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
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
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 won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime