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[Intro]
Check me out y'all
Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria

[Verse 1]
Before I 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 catching 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 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 I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'mma performer strange, so 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

[Hook]
It's 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 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'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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I got it going 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' them fast, doing this that and the third
But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Putting 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 living fat and




The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

Overall Meaning

The song "Halftime" by Nasty Nas is about his rise to fame in the rap industry. He starts the song by saying that he's about to cause mass hysteria and then goes on to talk about how he's an expert in the game of rhyming. Nas says that he can't be caught without his weed like Malcolm X can't catch jungle fever. He talks about how he's too much flavor, too major for Atlanta, and that he'll pull numbers like a pager. He uses the metaphor that he's an ace when he faces the bass and that the 40-side is giving him grace. He then tells his audience that he's born to gain and that he knows he's got the mad fat fluid when he rhymes.


In verse 2, Nas talks about his own rhyme and how he won't give the mic back once he's got it. He says that he's the one attacking and there's no army that can strike back. He's ill as a convict who kills phone time and his flow is max like cassettes and he flexes like sex. Nas reminisces the past when he used to hustle but now all he does is relax and strive. He used to be a fan of the Jackson 5 and he raps in front of more people than slaves in the slave ships. He's versatile in his style and you can't question his professionalism in rap. He ends the song urging people to stay tuned for when the real rap comes at halftime.


Overall, "Halftime" is about Nas' love for rap and his journey to become one of the greatest rappers of all time.


Line by Line Meaning

Before I blunt, I take out my fronts
Before I smoke weed, I remove my fake teeth


Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
I act tough and look for trouble


You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
I always have a lot of weed with me


That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
It's unexpected and unusual


King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major
I'm a great rapper with a lot of style


Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
I can get what I want easily


Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
I'm great at rapping to a beat


40-side is the place that is giving me grace
My neighborhood supports me and gives me strength


Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
Be careful, too much of something can harm you


And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
I like expensive clothes and jewelry


And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'm not going to change my ways


I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
I'm a unique rapper and I was meant to be successful


Nas, why did you do it
People ask me how I became so successful as a rapper


You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
I know I'm a great rapper and it's clear in my music


It's like that, you know it's like that
That's just how it is, you understand?


I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
I'm so good at rapping that once I start, no one else can follow me


When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
I'm unstoppable


So I react never calmly on a hype track
I get excited and intense when rapping on an exciting beat


I used to hustle; now all I do is relax and strive
I used to sell drugs, but now I focus on making music and improving my life


I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
I'm great and I know it, like popular products


In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
My music is popular and well-loved


I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
I share wisdom in my lyrics and like nice jewelry


With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
I have a lot of shoes


Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
I have to succeed because I know what I'm doing


This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
I love rapping and I'll do it forever


Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin'
I starting rapping in 1983


But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
I was nervous to perform


Kick my little raps cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
I thought people wouldn't like my music because of my race


And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man
Now I'm successful and popular


I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
I have a large audience and it's like the audience slaves had


I used to watch 'CHiPs', now I load Glock clips
I used to watch a TV show, now I deal with guns


I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
I love making music and I miss a deceased DJ


Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
I can rap in different styles and ways


But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
I'm not gay, I'm smart and educated


Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
I'm great at rapping and everyone knows it


These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
These are my raps and they're great, you get it?


Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man
I'm popular in my neighborhood


Am I in place with the bass and format
Do I fit in with this beat and music style?


Explore rap and tell me 'Nas ain't all that'
Listen to my music and tell me I'm not great


And next time I rhyme, I be foul
When I freestyle, I'll use explicit language


Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
When I improvise raps, people say I'm crazy


I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme
I don't like when other rappers copy my style or lyrics


Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime
Watch out for my next album, it will be great


I got it going on, even flip a morning song
I'm popular and talented


Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
I make half the song popular


And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
I'm tough and ruthless when I'm in the dark


Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it
I don't start any trouble, like the social leader Marcus Garvey


Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
When I smoke weed, I'm serious


I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third
I'm good at rapping and doing other things


But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
Relax, smoke weed with me and enjoy our time


I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
I get girls and go to movies


Putting hits on 5-0
I'm violent towards police officers


Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
I want to die with a gun and meet God


And biters can't come near
Copycats can't touch me


And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I don't like the police officer who killed Garcia


I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
I won't have more children than I can support


That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
Extra money is good for buying more drugs


This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
I'm mentioning these places in New York City


Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and
These other boroughs are doing well


The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
The Bronx is good and successful


Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
I'm remembering a dead rapper and ending the song




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Comments from YouTube:

@rhondacurry6172

Gifts are given without repentance. I'm praying for him to return to that which he was called. This song ministers to my spirit. I love this Man of GOD and his anointing.

@kikikiki3216

Amen

@Valyonga

So badly want Tonex to return to this. To be real again, real in the Lord who still loves him unconditionally.

@tyronfuse240

Amen bro

@jayempire8845

He is still real

@wendellbell4231

This is one of my favorite songs I truly miss him on the gospel side but he's still my brother I pray that he return and make more anointed music God loves him and I do too as a brother

@Aquaman256

Better than todays gospel music...

@aliciaulmer7860

Still listening in 2021!

@amberdiva7566

I really believe he was struggling with his sexuality here. I didn't understand it as a kid, but now I understand being an adult in sin sometime it makes you feel complacent, yet confused. Its like it hurt so good. You wanna break free, but the sin just be calling you in. Im not gay but he definitely was pouring his whole heart into this. I get it

@marshawnajackson4597

i want to be real with God and live a life thats true. Its so hard with so many people consistently judging you.

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