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- Nas Halftime (Butcher Remix) 歌詞
- Nas
- Right Right
Check me out yall
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 couldnt catch me
In the streets without a ton of reefer
Thats like Malcolm X
Catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic too much flavor Im major
Atlanta aint Brave-r
Ill pull a number like a pager
Cause Im 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 Im a Nike head
I wear chains that excite the feds
And aint a damn thing gonna change
Ima 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 its halftime
Right Its halftime
Right Aiyyo its halftime
Right Its halftime
Right Yeah its about halftime
This is how it feel check it out how it feel
Its like that you know its like that
I got it hemmed
Now you never get the mic back
When I attack there aint an
Army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause Im as ill as a convict
Who kills for phone time
Im 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 mothers stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause Im 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 mics in the park and
Kick my little raps cause
I thought niggaz wouldnt understand
And now in every jam Im the f**kin 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 bisexual Im an intellectual
Of rap Im a professional
And thats no question yo
These are the lyrics of the man
You cant near it understand
Cuz in the streets Im well known
Like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas aint all that
And next time I rhyme I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial
Niggaz say Im wow
I hate a rhymebiters rhyme
Stay tuned Nas soon the real
Rap comes at halftime
Right Its halftime
Right Exhale check it its halftime
Right Its halftime
Right Its real in the field
Word life check it
I got it goin on even flip em on this song
Every afternoon I kick half the tune
And in the darkness
Im heartless like when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blastthe herb thats my word
I be slayin them fast
Doing this that and the third
But chill past to Andre and lets slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Csudr when its my time to go
I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters cant come near
And yo go to hell to the
Foul cop who shot Garcia
I wont plant seeds
Dont need an extra mouth I cant feed
Thats 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
Ill Will rest in peace yo Im out
Right Its still halftime
Right To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew
You know its halftime
Right Ninety-two its halftime
Right Yo police police man
Yo lets get ghost
Halftime
Right Yo police man
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