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Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to cause mass

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an that could strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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