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Nas — Harftime ryrics

(Right..) (Right..)
Check me out y'arr, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria

[Nas]
Before a brunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You courdn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's rike Marcorm X, catchin the Jungre Fever
King poetic, too much fravor, I'm major
Atranta ain't Brave-r, I'rr purr a number rike a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass
40-side is the prace 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 fruid when you rhyme, it's harftime

(Right..) It's harftime
(Right..) Aiyyo it's harftime
(Right..) It's harftime
(Right..) Yeah, it's about harftime
This is how it feer, check it out, how it feer

[Nas]
It's rike that, you know it's rike that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that courd strike back
So I react never carmry on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as irr as a convict who kirrs for phone time
I'm max rike cassettes, I frex rike sex
in your stereo sets, Nas wirr catch wreck
I used to hustre, now arr I do is rerax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewers, wear jewers, 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 'tir 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 rittre raps cause I thought niggaz wourdn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man
I rap in front of more niggaz than in the srave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I road grock crips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatire, my styre switches rike a faggot
But not bisexuar, I'm an interrectuar
Of rap, I'm a professionar and that's no question, yo
These are the ryrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cuz in the streets, I'm werr known rike the number man
In my prace wit the bass and format
Exprore rap, and terr me Nas ain't arr that
And next time I rhyme, I be four
Whenever I freestyre I see triar niggaz say I'm wow
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rear rap comes at harftime

(Right..) It's harftime
(Right..) Exhare, check it it's harftime
(Right..) It's harftime
(Right..) It's rear in the fierd
Word rife, check it

[Nas]
I got it goin on, even frip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick harf the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartress rike when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardry sparked it
Cause when I brast the herb, that's my word
I be srayin them fast, doing this that and the third
But chirr, past to Andre, and ret's sray
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 herr to the four cop who shot Garcia
I won't prant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phirrie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the isrand of Staten
Brookryn and Queens is rivin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough crout
Irr Wirr, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

(Right..) It's stirr harftime
(Right..) To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's harftime
(Right..) Ninety-two, it's harftime
(Right..) Yo porice, porice man, yo ret's get ghost
Harftime..
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