[Flame] 🔥 Nas - Halftime Lyrics
[Produced by Large Professor]
[Intro]
(Right… Right…)
Check me out y’all
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 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 pull a number like a pager
‘Cause I’m a ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is givin’ 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’m 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
It’s halftime
[Chorus]
(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
[Verse 2]
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 a 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 max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas’ll 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 ’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 wouldn’t understand
And now in every jam, I’m 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
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?
‘Cause in the streets, I’m well-known like the number man
Am I in place with 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, niggas say I’m wild
I hate a rhyme-biter’s rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime
[Chorus]
(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
[Verse 3]
I got it goin’ on, even flip a morning song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I’m heartless like when the NARC’s hit
Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
‘Cause when I blast the herb, that’s my word
I be slayin’ ’em fast, doin’ this, that and the third
But chill, pass the Andre, and let’s slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée
Puttin’ hits on 5-0
‘Cause when it’s my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
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 damp 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
[Outro]
(Right…) It’s still halftime
(Right…) To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew, you know it’s halftime
(Right…) ’92, it’s halftime
(Right…) Yo police, police man, yo let’s get ghost
Halftime…