Тональность: B minor•
Intro 1
Bm
D
Em
C#m
Bm
D
Em
C#m
Bm
D
Check me out y'all
Em
C#m
Nasty Nas in your area
Bm
D
Em
C#m
About to cause mass hysteria
Verse 1
Bm
D
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Em
Then I start to front, matter of fact,
C#m
I be on a manhunt
Bm
D
You couldn't catch me in the streets
without ton of reefer
Em
That's like Malcolm X
C#m
catching the Jungle Fever
Bm
D
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Em
Atlanta ain't Brave-r,
C#m
pull a number like a pager
Bm
D
'Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass
Em
C#m
40 side is the place that is giving me grace
Em
Now wait, another dose
Bm
and you might be dead
Em
And I'm a Nike head,
D
I wear chains that excite the feds
Em
Bm
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
Em
I'm a performer strange,
D
so the mic warmer was born to gain
Bm
D
Nas, why did you do it?
Em
You know you got the mad fat fluid
C#m
when you rhyme, it's halftime
Chorus 1
Bm
D
Em
C#m
It's halftime
Bm
D
Em
C#m
Ayo, it's halftime
Bm
D
Em
C#m
It's halftime
Bm
D
Em
C#m
Verse 2
Bm
D
It's like that, you know it's like that
C#m
now you never get the mic back
D
ain't an army that could strike back
Em
C#m
So I react never calmly on a hype track
Bm
D
I set it off with my own rhyme
Em
'Cause I'm as ill as a convict
C#m
who kills for phone time
Bm
D
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
Em
C#m
In your stereo sets, Nas'll Nas'll catch wreck
Bm
D
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
Em
When I was young,
C#m
I was a fan of the Jackson 5
Bm
D
I drop jewels, wear jewels,
hope to never run it
Em
C#m
With more kicks than a baby
in a mother's stomach
Bm
D
Nasty Nas has to rise 'cause I'm wise
Em
C#m
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Bm
D
Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
Em
But I was too scared
C#m
to grab the mic's in the parks
Em
And kick my little raps
Bm
Em
'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
D
And now in every jam, I'm the fucking man
Em
Bm
I rap in front of more niggas
Em
than in the slave ships
D
I used to watch CHiPs, now I load Glock clips
Bm
D
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Em
C#m
Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
Bm
D
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Em
Of rap, I'm a professional
C#m
and that's no question, yo
Bm
D
These are the lyrics of the man,
Em
you can't near it, understand
'Cause in the streets,
C#m
I'm well known like the number man
Bm
D
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Em
C#m
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
Bm
And next time I rhyme,
D
Em
I be foul whenever I freestyle
C#m
I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
Bm
D
I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme
Em
Stay tuned, Nas soon,
C#m
the real rap comes at halftime
Chorus 2
Em
Bm
Em
D
It's halftime
Em
Bm
Em
D
Check it, it's halftime
Bm
D
Em
C#m
It's halftime
Bm
D
Em
C#m
Verse 3
Bm
I got it going on, even flip a morning song
Em
C#m
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
Bm
And in the darkness, I'm heartless
Em
when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
Bm
'Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
Em
I be slaying 'em fast,
doing this, that in the third
Bm
But chill, pass to Andre and let's slay
Em
C#m
I bag bitches up at John Jay
and hit a matinee
Bm
D
Putting hits on 5- 0
Em
'Cause when it's my time to go,
C#m
I wait for God wit the fo-fo
Bm
D
And biters can't come near
Em
And yo, go to hell
C#m
to the foul cop shot Garcia
Bm
I won't plant seeds,
D
don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
Em
That's extra Phillie change,
C#m
more cash for damp weed
Bm
D
This goes out to Manhattan
Em
the Island of Staten
C#m
Brooklyn and Queens is living fat
Bm
And the Boogie Down,
D
enough props, enough clout
Em
C#m
Ill will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
Chorus 3
Em
Bm
Em
D
It's still halftime
Em
Bm
Em
D
You know it's halftime
Em
Bm
Em
Em
D
It's halftime
Em
Bm
Em
D
Halftime
[Fade out]
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