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nas - halftime (butcher remix) lyrics

[intro]
check me out y’all
nasty nas in your area
about to cause m-ss hysteria

[verse 1]
before i 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 catching 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 an ace when i face the b-ss
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-mn thing gonna change
i’mma performer strange, so 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

[hook]
it’s halftime
hey yo, it’s halftime
it’s halftime
check it out

[verse 2]
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 k!lls for phone time
i’m max like c-ssettes, i flex like s-x
in your stereo sets, nas’ll 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 ’83 i was an mc sparkin’
but i was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
kick my little raps cause i thought n-gga wouldn’t understand
and now in every jam i’m the f-ckin’ man
i rap in front of more n-ggas than in the slave ships
i used to watch “chips”, now i load glock clips
i got to have it, i miss mr. magic
versatile, my style switches like a f-ggot
but not bis-xual, 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?
cause in the streets, i’m well-known like the number man
am i in place with the b-ss 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-ggas say i’m wild
i hate a rhyme-biter’s rhyme
stay tuned, nas soon – the real rap comes at halftime

[hook]
it’s halftime
check it, it’s halftime
it’s halftime
we’re like that

[verse 3]
i got it going on, even flip a morning song
every afternoon, i kick half the tune
and in the darkness, i’m heartless like when the narc’s 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, p-ss the andre, and let’s slay
i bag b-tches up at john jay, and hit a matinee
putting hits on 5-0
cause when it’s my time to go, i wait for god with the .44
and biters can’t come near
and yo: “go to h-ll” 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 damp weed
this goes out to manhattan, the island of staten
brooklyn and queens is living fat and
the boogie down, enough props, enough clout
ill will, rest in peace, yo, i’m out
bet you i’m out

it’s still halftime
little greens switch through
you know it’s halftime
ninety-two
it’s halftime
halftime
the police, man
come on man get out in here
yeah

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