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    Check me out y'all
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    Nasty Nas in your area
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    About to cause mass hysteria

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    Before I blunt, I take out my fronts
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    Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
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    You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
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    That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
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    King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major
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    Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
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    Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
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    40-side is the place that is giving me grace
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    Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
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    And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
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    And ain't a damn thing gonna change
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    I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
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    Nas, why did you do it
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    You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

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    It's halftime
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    This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel

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    It's like that, you know it's like that
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    I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
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    When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
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    So I react never calmly on a hype track
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    I set it off with my own rhyme
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    Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
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    I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
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    In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
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    I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
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    When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
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    I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
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    With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
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    Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
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    This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
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    Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin'
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    But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
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    Kick my little raps cause I thought nigga wouldn't understand
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    And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man
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    I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
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    I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips
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    I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
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    Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
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    But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
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    Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
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    These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
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    Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man
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    Am I in place with the bass and format
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    Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that"
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    And next time I rhyme, I be foul
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    Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
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    I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme
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    Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime

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    It's halftime
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    This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel

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    I got it going on, even flip em on this song
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    Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
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    And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
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    Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it
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    Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
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    I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third
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    But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
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    I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
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    Putting hits on 5-0
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    Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
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    And biters can't come near
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    And yo: "go to hell" to the foul cop who shot Garcia
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    I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
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    That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
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    This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
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    Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and
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    The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
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    Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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