Lirik Lagu Halftime - Nas
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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your areaAbout to cause mass hysteria
Before a blunt, I take out my frontsThen I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhuntYou couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reeferThat's like Mlcom X catching the Jungle FeverKing poetic, too much flava, Im majorAtlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pagerCuz I'm am ace when I face the bass40 side is the place that is giving me graceNow wait, another dose and you might be deadAnd I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the fedsAnd aint' a damn thing gonna change?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?Nas, why did you do itYou 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 thatI got at him, now you never get the mic backWhen I attack, there ain't an army that could strike backSo I react never calmly on a hype trackI set it off wit my own rhymeCuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone timeI'm max like cassettes, I flex like sexIn your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreckI used to hustle, now all I do is relax and striveWhen I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5I drop jewels, wear jewels to never run itWit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomachNasty Nas has to rise, kid, surpriseThis is exercise til the microphone diesBack in '83, I was an MC sparkingBut I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park andKick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understandAnd now in every jam I'm the phucking manI rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave shipsI used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clipsI got to have it, I miss Mr MagicVersatile, my style switches like a faggotBut not a bisexual, I'm an intellectualOf rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yoThese are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understandCuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number manIn my place wit the bass and formatExplore rap and tell me Nas ain't all thatAnd next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyleI see trial niggaz say I'm wowI hate a rhymebiter's rhymeStay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
Right...It's halftime
I got it going on, even flip 'em on this songEvery afternoon, I kick half the tuneAnd in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the narcs hitWord to marcus Garvey or heartless SparktonCuz when I blast the herb, that's my wordI be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the thirdBut chill, past the entree and let's layI bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantineePutting hits on 5-0Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-foAnd biters can't come nearAnd yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot GarciaI won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feedThat's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weedThis goes out to Manhatten, the island of StatenBrooklyn, Queens is living fat andThe Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff cloutIllwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
Right...It's still halftime
Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your areaAbout to cause mass hysteria
Before a blunt, I take out my frontsThen I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhuntYou couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reeferThat's like Mlcom X catching the Jungle FeverKing poetic, too much flava, Im majorAtlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pagerCuz I'm am ace when I face the bass40 side is the place that is giving me graceNow wait, another dose and you might be deadAnd I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the fedsAnd aint' a damn thing gonna change?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?Nas, why did you do itYou 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 thatI got at him, now you never get the mic backWhen I attack, there ain't an army that could strike backSo I react never calmly on a hype trackI set it off wit my own rhymeCuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone timeI'm max like cassettes, I flex like sexIn your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreckI used to hustle, now all I do is relax and striveWhen I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5I drop jewels, wear jewels to never run itWit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomachNasty Nas has to rise, kid, surpriseThis is exercise til the microphone diesBack in '83, I was an MC sparkingBut I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park andKick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understandAnd now in every jam I'm the phucking manI rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave shipsI used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clipsI got to have it, I miss Mr MagicVersatile, my style switches like a faggotBut not a bisexual, I'm an intellectualOf rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yoThese are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understandCuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number manIn my place wit the bass and formatExplore rap and tell me Nas ain't all thatAnd next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyleI see trial niggaz say I'm wowI hate a rhymebiter's rhymeStay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
Right...It's halftime
I got it going on, even flip 'em on this songEvery afternoon, I kick half the tuneAnd in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the narcs hitWord to marcus Garvey or heartless SparktonCuz when I blast the herb, that's my wordI be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the thirdBut chill, past the entree and let's layI bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantineePutting hits on 5-0Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-foAnd biters can't come nearAnd yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot GarciaI won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feedThat's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weedThis goes out to Manhatten, the island of StatenBrooklyn, Queens is living fat andThe Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff cloutIllwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
Right...It's still halftime
