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 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 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
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
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ท่อนฮุก ของเพลง Halftime คืออะไร ?
Right Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost Halftime
