Nas ☆ Halftime

Right Right
Check me out y’all
Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria
Before a blunt
I take out my fronts
Then I start to front
matter of fact
I be on a manhunt
You couldn’t catch me
in the streets
without a ton of reefer
That’s like Malcolm X
catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic
too much flavor
I’m major
Atlanta ain’t Braver
I’ll pull a number like a pager
Cause I’m am ace
when I face the bass
40 side is the place
that is giving me grace
Now wait
another dose and you might be dead
And I’m a Nike head
I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain’t a damn thing gonna change
I’ma performer
show the mic warmer
was born to gain
Nas 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 halftime
It’s like that
you know it’s like that
I got it hemmed
now you never get the mic back
When I attack
there ain’t an army
that could strike back
So I react never calmly
on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I’m as ill as a convict
who kills for phone time
I’m max like cassettes
I flex like sex
in your stereo sets
Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle
now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young
I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels
wear jewels
hope to never run it
With more kicks
than a baby in a mother’s stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause
I’m wise
This is exercise
til the microphone dies
Back in eighty three
I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to
grab the mic’s in the park and
kick my little raps cause
I thought niggaz wouldn’t
understand
And now in every jam
I’m the fuckin man
I rap in front of more niggaz
than in the slave ships
I used to watch CHIPS now
I load glock clips
I got to have it
I miss Mr Magic
Versatile
my style switches like a faggot
But not bisexual
I’m an intellectual
Of rap I’m a professional and
that’s no question yo
These are the lyrics of the man
you can’t near it
understand
Cuz in the streets
I’m well known like to
he number man
In my place wit the bass
and format
Explore rap
and tell me Nas ain’t all that
And next time I rhyme
I be foul
Whenever I freestyle
I see trial niggaz say I’m wow
I hate a rhymebiter’s rhyme
Stay 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
check it
I got it goin on
even flip em on this song
Every afternoon
I kick half the tune
And in the darkness
I’m heartless like
when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey
I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb
that’s my word
I be slayin them fast
doing this that and the third
But chill
past to Andre
and let’s slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay
and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5 0
Csudr when it’s my time to go
I wait for God wit the fo fo
And biters can’t come near
And yo
go to hell to the foul cop
who shot Garcia
I won’t plant seeds
don’t need an extra mouth
I can’t feed
That’s extra Phillie change
more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan
the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is
livin fat and
The Boogie Down
enough props
enough clout
I’ll Will
rest in peace yo I’m out
Right It’s still halftime
Right To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew
you know it’s halftime
Right Ninety two
it’s halftime
Right Yo police police man
yo let’s get ghost
Halftime