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INTROBm Bm Check me out y'all Bm Nasty Nas in your area Bm About to cause mass hysteria Bm Before I blunt, I take out my fronts Bm Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt Bm You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer Bm That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever Bm King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major Bm Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager Bm Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass Bm 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Bm Now wait, another dose and you might be dead Bm And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds Bm And ain't a damn thing gonna change Bm I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Bm Nas, why did you do it Bm You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime [HOOK] Bm It's halftime Bm This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel Bm It's like that, you know it's like that Bm I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back Bm When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back Bm So I react never calmly on a hype track Bm I set it off with my own rhyme Bm Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time Bm I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex Bm In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck Bm I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive Bm When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 Bm I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it Bm With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Bm Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise Bm This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Bm Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' Bm But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Bm Kick my little raps cause I thought nigga wouldn't understand Bm And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man Bm I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships Bm I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips Bm I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Bm Versatile, my style switches like a faggot Bm But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual Bm Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo Bm These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? Bm Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Bm Am I in place with the bass and format Bm Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that" Bm And next time I rhyme, I be foul Bm Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild Bm I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Bm Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime [HOOK] Bm It's halftime Bm This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel Bm I got it going on, even flip em on this song Bm Every afternoon, I kick half the tune Bm And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Bm Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it Bm Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word Bm I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third Bm But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay Bm I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee Bm Putting hits on 5-0 Bm Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 Bm And biters can't come near Bm And yo: "go to hell" to the foul cop who shot Garcia Bm I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed Bm That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed Bm This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Bm Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and Bm The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Bm Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out