Halftime (Live)

[Intro: Nas]
Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria
[Verse 1]
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
Thats like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic; too much flavor, Im major
Atlanta aint Brave-r, Ill pull a number, like a pager
'Cause Im an 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 Im a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
And aint a damn thing gonna change
Im a performer, strange
So the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it? You know
You got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme; its halftime
[Chorus: Nas]
Halftime
Halftime
Halftime
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Its like that, you know its like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there aint an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
'Cause Im as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
Im max like, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nasll 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 mothers stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, 'cause Im wise
This is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in 83 I was an MC sparkin
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks, and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldnt understand
And now in every jam Im the fuckin man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch 'CHiPs', now I load Glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Rest in peace Mr. Magic, tragic
Im an intellectual
And thats no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man
You cant near it, understand?
'Cause in the streets Im well-known, like the number man
Am I in place with the bass and all that?
Explore rap and tell me, 'Nas aint all that.'
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say Im wild
I hate a rhyme-biters rhyme
Stay tuned, I assume; the real rap comes at halftime
[Chorus: Nas]
Check check, its halftime
Looking at my Rollie, its that time, oh
Yeah, thats [?] over there
But some of yall know
[ Verse 3]
I got it going on, even flip a morning song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, Im heartless, like when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey; I hardly sparked it
'Cause when I blast the herb, thats my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
But chill, pass the Andre, and lets slay
I bag bitches up at, and hit a matinee
Putting hits on 5-0
'Cause when its my time to go,I wait for God with the .44
And biters cant come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I wont plant seeds
Dont need an extra mouth I cant feed
Thats extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is living fat, and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace! We was out
[Chorus: Nas]
Halftime
Whole up, looking at my Rollie, its that time, oh
Half—half—its halftime
Yeah, check, hey yo, its halftime
Not even half of this show though
Not even half, yeah
Halftime, yeah
Halftime, yeah
Halftime
[Spoken : Nas]
Yall alright over here? Over here?