Halftime (Butcher Remix)歌词
歌手：Nas 专辑：Illmatic XX
Right 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 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
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 ***
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 *****z wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the ****in man
I rap in front of more *****z
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 ******
But not *****ual 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
*****z 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
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 *****es 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 ****
This goes out to Manhattan
The island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down enough props
Enough clout
I'll 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
Right Yo police man
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 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
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 ***
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 *****z wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the ****in man
I rap in front of more *****z
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 ******
But not *****ual 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
*****z 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
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 *****es 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 ****
This goes out to Manhattan
The island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down enough props
Enough clout
I'll 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
Right Yo police man
