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    "Halftime" Lyrics

    De La Soul feat. Nas

    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 flavor, I'm major
    Atlanta and braver, I 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'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

    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
    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 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 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
    And now in every jam I'm the fucking man
    I rap in front of more niggas 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 fagot
    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
    'cause 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 fouled whenever I freestyle
    I see trial niggas say I'm wow
    I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme
    Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

    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
    'cause 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 matinee
    Putting hits on 5-0
    Cause 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, Queens is living fat and
    The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
    I'll will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

    It's still halftime
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Peter Jones, Stephen Porter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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