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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 lyrics to the song “Halftime” by rapper Nas are an introspective look into his life and career as an artist. The verses describe Nas’ past experiences as a hustler and a rising artist in the hip-hop scene. He reflects on his growth and success, but he also acknowledges the struggles he’s faced and the darker side of his lifestyle. Nas’ flow is smooth and confident, reflecting his status as a well-respected artist in the rap world.


Line by Line Meaning

Before I blunt, I take out my fronts
Before I get high, I remove my gold teeth


Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
Then I act tough and begin searching for something or someone


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
That's like a civil rights leader losing sight of their mission


King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major
I am a great artist with a unique style


Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
I am popular and can command a crowd's attention


Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
I am skilled at rapping over a heavy beat


40-side is the place that is giving me grace
The neighborhood of Queensbridge gives me inspiration and support


Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
Be careful, too much of a good thing can be dangerous


And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
I love expensive clothes and jewelry that get the attention of law enforcement


And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I am who I am and won't be changing for anyone


I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
I have a unique and unusual rap style that has brought me success


Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
Nas, why did you create such amazing rhymes? You're about to perform them now.


It's halftime
I am now taking a break from rapping.


This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel
This is what it feels like to be on top of the rap game.


I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
I am in control of the rap game and won't give up the microphone


When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
My rapping skills are so powerful that no one can challenge me


So I react never calmly on a hype track
I get excited and never hold back when rapping over a great beat


I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
I am at the height of my success and am very confident


In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
My music will sound great on your stereo system


I used to hustle; now all I do is relax and strive
I used to sell drugs, now I am successful as a rapper and am taking it easy


When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
When I was a kid, I loved Michael Jackson's music


I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
I have valuable knowledge and wear expensive jewelry, but hope I am never robbed


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


Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
My success as a rapper is due to my intelligence


This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
I am practicing and improving my rapping skills until I can no longer perform


And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man
I am the best performer at every event I go to


I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
I perform for more people than were on the slave ships that brought Africans to America


I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips
I used to watch a TV show about California cops, but now I carry a gun


I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
I love the rap game and miss a popular DJ who helped me get discovered


Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
I can adapt to any musical style, but am derogatory towards gay people


But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
I am smart, but not sexually attracted to both men and women


Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
I am a skilled and experienced rapper, no doubt about it


These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
These are the words of a great rapper that you can't match, do you get it?


Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man
I am famous and respected in my community


Am I in place with the bass and format
Do I fit in with the music and style of rap?


Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that"
Listen to different types of rap and see that I am one of the best


And next time I rhyme, I be foul
The next time I perform, I will be even more vulgar and raw


Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
When I improvise a rap, it can sometimes get me into trouble


I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme
I don't respect other rappers who steal rhymes


Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime
Stay tuned, I will be performing even better later on


I got it going on, even flip a morning song
I am successful and can even perform early in the day


Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
Every day, I make great music


And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
When I am alone, I am very tough and uncaring


Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
When I smoke weed, I feel very strong and successful


I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third
I am constantly making great music


But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
Relax, give me some wine, and let's make great music


I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
I hook up with women and go to afternoon movies


Putting hits on 5-0
I want to hurt and kill police officers


Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
When I die, I am ready to face God with my gun


And biters can't come near
Other rappers who steal my rhymes can't compete with me


And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I wish the police officer who killed a man named Garcia would go to hell


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


That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
That's more money for me to spend on weed


This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
I am showing love to different neighborhoods in New York City where great music comes from


Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
I'm saying goodbye, and remembering my friend Ill Will who passed away




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