Right

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 malcolm x

Catchin the jungle fever

King poetic

Too much flavor

I'm major

Atlanta ain't brave r

I'll pull a number like a pager

Cause 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

I wear chains that excite the feds

And ain't a d**n thing gonna change

I'ma 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

It's halftime

Right

It's halftime

Right

Aiyyo it's halftime

Right

It's halftime

Right

Yeah

It's about halftime

This is how it feel

Check it out

How it feel

It's like that

You know it's like that

I got it hemmed

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 with my own rhyme

Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I'm max like cassettes

I flex like s*x

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 mother's stomach

Nasty nas has to rise cause I'm 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 mic's in the park and

Kick my little raps cause I thought n***az wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm the f**kin man

I rap in front of more n***az 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

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 foul

Whenever I freestyle I see trial n***az say I'm wow

I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme

Stay tuned

Nas

Soon the real rap comes at halftime

Right

It's halftime

Right

Exhale

Check it it's halftime

Right

It's halftime

Right

It's 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

I'm heartless like when the narcs hit

Word to marcus garvey I hardly sparked it

Cause when I blast the herb

That's my word

I be slayin them fast

Doing this that and the third

But chill

Past to andre

And let's slay

I bag b*****s up at john jay

And hit a matinee

Puttin hits on 5 0

Csudr 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 w**d

This goes out to manhattan

The island of staten

Brooklyn and queens is livin fat and

The boogie down

Enough props

Enough clout

I'll will

Rest in peace

Yo

I'm out

Right

It's still halftime

Right

To the queensbridge crew

To the queensbridge crew

You know it's halftime

Right

Ninety two

It's halftime

Right

Yo police

Police man

Yo let's get ghost

Halftime