(Right..) (Right..)
  Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
  About to cause mass hysteria
    [Nas]
  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, catchin the Jungle Fever
  King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
  Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
  Cause 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, I wear chains that excite the feds
  And ain't a damn thing gonna change
  I'ma performer (?) show the mic warmer was born to gain
  Nas, why did you do it?
  You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
    (Right..) It's halftime
  (Right..) Aiyyo it's halftime
  (Right..) It's halftime
  (Right..) Yeah, it's about halftime
  This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel
    [Nas]
  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 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, hope 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
  Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking
  But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
  kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
  And now in every jam I'm the fuckin 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 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
  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 foul
  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
  (Right..) Exhale, check it it's halftime
  (Right..) It's halftime
  (Right..) It's real in the field
  Word life, check it
    [Nas]
  I got it goin 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 I hardly sparked it
  Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
  I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
  But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
  I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
  Puttin hits on 5-0
  Csudr 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 weed
  This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
  Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
  The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
  Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
    (Right..) It's still halftime
  (Right..) To the Queensbridge crew
  To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime
  (Right..) Ninety-two, it's halftime
  (Right..) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost
  Halftime..