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Lyrics for Halftime by Nas:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Illmatic | | Track: | Halftime | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 422 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 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 | | | |
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