Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact,
You couldn't catch me in the streets
catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
pull a number like a pager
'Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me grace
I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
so the mic warmer was born to gain
You know you got the mad fat fluid
when you rhyme, it's halftime
It's like that, you know it's like that
now you never get the mic back
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
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas'll Nas'll catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels,
With more kicks than a baby
Nasty Nas has to rise 'cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
to grab the mic's in the parks
'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam, I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas
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
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
I be foul whenever I freestyle
I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme
the real rap comes at halftime
I got it going on, even flip a morning song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless
Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
'Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
doing this, that in the third
But chill, pass to Andre and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay
'Cause when it's my time to go,
I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come near
to the foul cop shot Garcia
don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change,
This goes out to Manhattan
Brooklyn and Queens is living fat
enough props, enough clout
Ill will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
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