[00:00.00] 作词 : Gary Byrd/Nasir Jones/Paul Mitchell
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Gary Byrd/Nasir Jones/Paul Mitchell
[00:12.13]Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
[00:17.05]About to cause mass hysteria
[00:19.67]
[00:21.60]Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
[00:23.54]Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
[00:26.91]You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
[00:30.03]That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
[00:31.90]King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
[00:33.91]Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
[00:37.09]Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass
[00:39.33]40-side is the place that is giving me grace
[00:41.76]Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
[00:44.20]And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
[00:47.13]And ain't a damn thing gonna change
[00:49.44]I'ma performer strange show the mic warmer was born to gain
[00:53.31]Nas, why did you do it?
[00:54.68]You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
[00:57.11]It's halftime
[00:57.47]
[01:02.71]Aiyyo it's halftime
[01:03.78]
[01:07.52]It's halftime
[01:08.51]
[01:12.82]Yeah, it's about halftime
[01:13.74]
[01:18.92]This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel
[01:22.10]It's like that, you know it's like that
[01:23.47]I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
[01:25.34]When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
[01:27.71]So I react never calmly on a hype track
[01:30.40]I set it off with my own rhyme
[01:31.77]Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
[01:34.21]I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
[01:36.20]in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
[01:38.64]I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
[01:41.32]When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
[01:44.68]I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
[01:47.55]With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
[01:49.92]Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
[01:52.24]This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
[01:54.92]Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking
[01:57.60]But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
[02:00.54]kick my little raps cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
[02:02.72]And now in every jam I'm the ****in man
[02:05.40]I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
[02:08.52]I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips
[02:10.83]I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
[02:13.01]Versatile, my style switches like a f****t
[02:15.69]But not homosexual, I'm an intellectual
[02:18.57]Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
[02:20.44]These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
[02:23.99]Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
[02:27.18]Am I in place wit the bass and format?
[02:30.05]Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
[02:32.39]And next time I rhyme, I be foul
[02:34.02]Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggas say I'm wild
[02:37.51]I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
[02:39.20]Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
[02:42.38]
[02:43.13]It's halftime
[02:44.07]
[02:45.38]Exhale, check it it's halftime
[02:48.12]It's halftime
[02:48.24]
[02:51.55]It's real in the field
[02:53.54]Word life, check it
[02:55.23]
[03:03.47]I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
[03:05.71]Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
[03:08.33]And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit
[03:11.33]Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
[03:13.20]Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
[03:15.82]I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
[03:18.44]But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
[03:20.88]I bag b*****s up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
[03:23.62]Puttin hits on 5-0
[03:25.68]Csudr when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
[03:29.30]And biters can't come near
[03:30.99]And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
[03:34.42]I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
[03:37.28]Halftime, Nas, Illmatic, That's extra Phillie change, more cash for dampshit
[03:39.72]This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
[03:42.89]Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
[03:44.88]The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
[03:46.88]Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
[03:49.31]
[03:54.31]It's still halftime
[03:55.28]
[03:56.21]To the Queen b*****s ridge crew
[03:58.21]To the Queen b*****s ridge crew, you know it's halftime
[04:00.39]Ninety-two, it's halftime

作词 : Gary Byrd/Nasir Jones/Paul Mitchell
作曲 : Gary Byrd/Nasir Jones/Paul Mitchell
Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria
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 strange 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
It's halftime
Aiyyo it's halftime
It's halftime
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 niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the ****in man
I rap in front of more niggas 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 f****t
But not homosexual, 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
Am I in 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 niggas say I'm wild
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
It's halftime
Exhale, check it it's halftime
It's halftime
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 b*****s 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
Halftime, Nas, Illmatic, That's extra Phillie change, more cash for dampshit
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
It's still halftime
To the Queen b*****s ridge crew
To the Queen b*****s ridge crew, you know it's halftime
Ninety-two, it's halftime