Right..) (Right..)Check me out y"all, Nasty Nas in your areaAbout to cause mass hysteria[Nas]Before a blunt, I take out my frontsThen I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhuntYou couldn"t catch me in the streets without a ton of reeferThat"s like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle FeverKing poetic, too much flavor, I"m majorAtlanta ain"t Brave-r, I"ll pull a number like a pagerCause I"m am ace when I face the bass40-side is the place that is giving me graceNow wait, another dose and you might be deadAnd I"m a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the fedsAnd ain"t a damn thing gonna changeI"ma performer (?) show the mic warmer was born to gainNas, why did you do it?You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it"s halftime(Right..) It"s halftime(Right..) Aiyyo it"s halftime(Right..) It"s halftime(Right..) Yeah, it"s about halftimeThis is how it feel, check it out, how it feel[Nas]It"s like that, you know it"s like thatI got it hemmed, now you never get the mic backWhen I attack, there ain"t an army that could strike backSo I react never calmly on a hype trackI set it off with my own rhymeCause I"m as ill as a convict who kills for phone timeI"m max like cassettes, I flex like sexin your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreckI used to hustle, now all I do is relax and striveWhen I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run itWith more kicks than a baby in a mother"s stomachNasty Nas has to rise cause I"m wiseThis is exercise "til the microphone diesBack in eighty-three I was an MC sparkingBut I was too scared to grab the mic"s in the park andkick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn"t understandAnd now in every jam I"m the fuckin manI rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave shipsI used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clipsI got to have it, I miss Mr. MagicVersatile, my style switches like a faggotBut not bisexual, I"m an intellectualOf rap, I"m a professional and that"s no question, yoThese are the lyrics of the man, you can"t near it, understandCuz in the streets, I"m well known like the number manIn my place wit the bass and formatExplore rap, and tell me Nas ain"t all thatAnd next time I rhyme, I be foulWhenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I"m wowI hate a rhymebiter"s rhymeStay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime(Right..) It"s halftime(Right..) Exhale, check it it"s halftime(Right..) It"s halftime(Right..) It"s real in the fieldWord life, check it[Nas]I got it goin on, even flip "em on this songEvery afternoon, I kick half the tuneAnd in the darkness, I"m heartless like when the NARCs hitWord to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked itCause when I blast the herb, that"s my wordI be slayin them fast, doing this that and the thirdBut chill, past to Andre, and let"s slayI bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matineePuttin hits on 5-0Csudr when it"s my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo"-fo"And biters can"t come nearAnd yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot GarciaI won"t plant seeds, don"t need an extra mouth I can"t feedThat"s extra Phillie change, more cash for that weedThis goes out to Manhattan, the island of StatenBrooklyn and Queens is livin fat andThe Boogie Down, enough props, enough cloutIll Will, rest in peace, yo, I"m out(Right..) It"s still halftime(Right..) To the Queensbridge crewTo the Queensbridge crew, you know it"s halftime(Right..) Ninety-two, it"s halftime(Right..) Yo police, police man, yo let"s get ghostHalftime..找到了
