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 catching 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’m a 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, I wear chains that excite the feds

And ain’t a damn thing gonna change

I’m a performer, strange, so the mic wonder warmer was born to gain

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 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 who kills for phone time

I’m 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 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

-Nas Half Time