Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Right Right

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 Malcolm X

Catchin 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 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

I wear chains that excite the feds

And ain't a damn thing gonna change

I'ma performer

Show 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

Right It's halftime

Right Aiyyo it's halftime

Right It's halftime

Right Yeah it's about halftime

This is how it feel check it out how it feel

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 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

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 eighty-three I was an MC sparking

But I was too scared to

Grab the mic's in the park and

Kick my little raps cause

I thought niggaz wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm the f**kin 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 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 foul

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

Right Exhale check it it's halftime

Right It's halftime

Right It's real in the field

Word life check it

I got it goin 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 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 past to Andre and let's slay

I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee

Puttin hits on 5-0

Csudr 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 Manhattan

The island of Staten

Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and

The Boogie Down enough props

Enough clout

I'll Will rest in peace yo I'm out

Right It's still halftime

Right To the Queensbridge crew

To the Queensbridge crew

You know it's halftime

Right Ninety-two it's halftime

Right Yo police police man

Yo let's get ghost

Halftime

Right Yo police man