[00:00.00] 作词 : Elzhi
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Elzhi
[00:11.46]Right...
[00:11.55]Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
[00:16.59]About to cause mass hysteria
[00:17.67]Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
[00:20.76]Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
[00:22.23]You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
[00:23.91]That's like Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever
[00:24.99]King poetic, too much flava, Im major
[00:26.52]Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager
[00:28.41]Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass
[00:29.82]40 side is the place that is giving me grace
[00:31.38]Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
[00:32.82]And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds
[00:34.41]And aint' a damn thing gonna change
[00:35.16]?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
[00:36.99]Nas, why did you do it
[00:37.47]You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
[00:39.09]Right...
[00:39.30]It's halftime...
[00:39.78]It's like that, you know it's like that
[00:40.92]I got at him, now you never get the mic back
[00:42.18]When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
[00:44.64]So I react never calmly on a hype track
[00:46.38]I set it off wit my own rhyme
[00:47.88]Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
[00:49.83]I'm max like cassettes, I flex like ***
[00:51.60]In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
[00:52.65]I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
[00:53.97]When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
[00:55.08]I drop jewels, wear jewels to never run it
[00:56.22]Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
[00:58.50]Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
[01:00.75]This is exercise til the microphone dies
[01:01.98]Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
[01:02.88]But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the parks and
[01:04.41]Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
[01:05.97]And now in every jam I'm the ****ing man
[01:07.53]I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
[01:08.67]I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
[01:09.93]I got to have it, I miss Mr Magic
[01:10.98]Versatile, my style switches like a bitch.
[01:12.00]But not a homosexual, I'm an intellectual
[01:13.14]Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
[01:14.43]These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
[01:15.72]Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
[01:17.04]In my place wit the bass and format
[01:18.21]Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
[01:19.35]And next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyle
[01:21.00]I see trial niggaz say I'm wow
[01:21.69]I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
[01:22.23]Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
[01:23.37]Right...
[01:23.52]It's halftime
[01:23.85]I got it going on, even flip 'em on this song
[01:25.17]Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
[01:26.34]And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the narcs hit
[01:28.62]Word to marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
[01:29.79]Cuz when I blast the herb, that's my word
[01:31.08]I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third
[01:32.22]But chill, past the entree and let's lay
[01:33.33]I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee
[01:35.43]Putting hits on 5-0
[01:36.03]Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
[01:37.65]And biters can't come near
[01:38.28]And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
[01:39.90]I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
[01:41.28]That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that shit
[01:43.23]This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten
[01:44.37]Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and
[01:54.24]The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout
[01:55.05]Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
[02:00.09]Right...
[02:05.01]It's still halftime

作词 : Elzhi
作曲 : Elzhi
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 Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flava, Im major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cuz 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, iwear chains that excite the feds
And aint' a damn thing gonna change
?'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
Right...
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
Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like ***
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 parks and
Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the ****ing man
I rap in front of more niggaz 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 bitch.
But not a homosexual, 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
Cuz 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 fould whenever I freestyle
I see trial niggaz say I'm wow
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
Right...
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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 shit
This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout
Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
Right...
It's still halftime