Nas - Halftime Lyrics
Right...Check me out yall, nasty nas in your areaAbout to cause mass hysteriaBefore a blunt, I take out my frontsThen I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhuntYou couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reeferThats like mlcom x catching the jungle feverKing poetic, too much flava, Im majorAtlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pagerCuz Im am ace when I face the bass40 side is the place that is giving me graceNow wait, another dose and you might be deadAnd Im 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, its halftimeRight...Its halftime...Its like that, you know its like thatI got at him, now you never get the mic backWhen I attack, there aint an army that could strike backSo I react never calmly on a hype trackI set it off wit my own rhymeCuz Im as ill as a convict who kills for phone timeIm 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 mothers 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 mics in the park andKick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldnt understandAnd now in every jam Im 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, Im an intellectualOf rap, Im a professional and thats no question, yoThese are the lyrics of the man, you cant near it, understandCuz in the streets, Im well known like the number manIn my place wit the bass and formatExplore rap and tell me nas aint all thatAnd next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyleI see trial niggaz say Im wowI hate a rhymebiters rhymeStay tuned, nas, soon the real rap comes at halftimeRight...Its halftimeI got it going on, even flip em on this songEvery afternoon, I kick half the tuneAnd in the darkness, Im heartless like when the narcs hitWord to marcus garvey or heartless sparktonCuz when I blast the herb, thats my wordI be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the thirdBut chill, past the entree and lets layI bag *****es up at john jay and hit a mantineePutting hits on 5-0Cuz when its my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-foAnd biters cant come nearAnd yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot garciaI wont plant seeds, dont need an extra mouth I cant feedThats 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, Im outRight...Its still halftime
