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 Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever  
 King poetic  too much flava  Im major  
 Atlanta and braver  I pull a number like a pager  
 Cuz 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, iwear chains that excite the feds  
 And aint' a damn thing gonna change  
 ?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?  
 Nas, why did you do it  
 You 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 that  
 I got at him, 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 wit my own rhyme  
 Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time  
 I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex  
 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 to never run it  
 Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach  
 Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise  
 This is exercise til the microphone dies  
 Back in '83, I was an MC sparking  
 But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and  
 Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand  
 And now in every jam I'm the phucking man  
 I rap in front of more niggaz 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 a 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 fould whenever I freestyle  
 I see trial niggaz say I'm wow  
 I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme  
 Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime  
  
 Right...  
 It's halftime  
  
 I got it going 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 or heartless Sparkton  
 Cuz when I blast the herb, that's my word  
 I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third  
 But chill, past the entree and let's lay  
 I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee  
 Putting hits on 5-0  
 Cuz 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 weed  
 This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten  
 Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and  
 The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout  
 Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out  
  
 Right...  
 It's still halftime