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 Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever
 King poetic  too much flava  Im major
 Atlanta and braver  I pull a number like a pager
 Cuz 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, iwear chains that excite the feds
 And aint' a damn thing gonna change
 ?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
 Nas, why did you do it
 You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

 Right...
 It's halftime...

 It's like that, you know it's like that
 I got at him, 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 wit my own rhyme
 Cuz 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 to never run it
 Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
 Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
 This is exercise til the microphone dies
 Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
 But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
 Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
 And now in every jam I'm the phucking man
 I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
 I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
 I got to have it, I miss Mr Magic
 Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
 But not a 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 the 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 fould 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

 I got it going 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 or heartless Sparkton
 Cuz when I blast the herb, that's my word
 I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third
 But chill, past the entree and let's lay
 I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee
 Putting hits on 5-0
 Cuz 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 Manhatten, the island of Staten
 Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and
 The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout
 Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

 Right...
 It's still halftime