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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime