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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 park and 
Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn't understand 
And now in every jam I'm the phucking 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 [bad word] 
But not a biual, 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] up at John Jay and hit a mantinee 
Putting hits on 5-0 
Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo 
And biters [bad word] near 
And yo, go to [bad word] 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 weed 
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