Текст песни Halftime (Radio Edit) - Nas
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
catching
the
Jungle
Fever
King
poetic,
too
much
flavour,
I'm
major
Atlanta
ain't
braver,
I
pull
a
number
like
a
pager
Cuz
I'mma
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'm
a
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
Right...
It's
halftime...
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
Cuz
I'm
as
ill
as
a
convict
who
kills
for
phone
time
I'm
max
like
cassettes,
I
flex
like
sex
In
ya,
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
Wit
more
kicks
than
a
baby
in
a
mother's
stomach
Nasty
Nas
has
to
rise,
cause
I'm
wise
This
is
exercise
till
the
microphone
dies
Back
in
'83,
I
was
an
MC
sparking
But
I
was
too
scared
to
grab
the
mics
in
the
park
and
Kick
my
little
raps
cuz
I
thought
niggaz
wouldn't
understand
And
now
on
every
jam
I'm
the
fucking
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
With
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
Am
I
in
place
with
the
bass
and
format?
Explore
rap
and
tell
me
Nas
ain't
all
that
And
next
time
I
rhyme
I'll
be
foul,
whenever
I
freestyle
I
see
trial
niggaz
say
I'm
wow
I
hate
a
rhymebiter's
rhyme
Stay
tuned,
I
assume
the
real
rap
comes
at
halftime
Right...
It's
halftime
I
got
it
going
on,
even
flip
them
on
his
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
Cuz
when
I
blast
the
herb,
that's
my
word
I
be
slaying
them
fast,
doing
this,
that
and
the
third
But
chill,
pass
the
Andre
and
let's
lay
I
bag
bitches
up
at
John
Jay
and
hit
a
matinee
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
you'll
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
damp
weed
This
goes
out
to
Manhattan,
the
Island
of
Staten
Brooklyn,
Queens
is
living
fat
and
The
Boogie
Down,
enough
props,
enough
clout
Ill
will,
rest
in
peace,
yo,
I'm
out
Right...
It's
still
halftime
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