Halftime

(Right, right, right, right...) (Right, right, 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 pull a number like a pager 'Cause I'ma ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is givin' 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, show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme It's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) It's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) Ayo, it's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) It's halftime (Right, right, right, 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 a 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 max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll 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 '83, I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand And now in every jam, I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", 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? 'Cause 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 be foul Whenever I freestyle, I see trial niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime (Right, right, right, right...) It's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) Exhale, check it, it's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) It's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) It's real in the field Word life, check it I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it 'Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' 'em fast, doin' this, that and the third But chill, pass to Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée Puttin' hits on five-O 'Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 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 damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin' fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out (Right, right, right, right...) It's still halftime (Right, right, right, right...) To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) '92, it's halftime (Right, right, right, right...) Yo, police, police man, yo, let's get ghost Halftime