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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange 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

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime