Halftime: accordi di
Nas
Nas
(Versione ufficiale)

1992Hip-hop276 visualizzazioni
Tonalità: B minorDifficoltà: Facile
Intro 1
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Check me out y'all
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Nasty Nas in your area
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About to cause mass hysteria
Verse 1
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Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
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Then I start to front, matter of fact,
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I be on a manhunt
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You couldn't catch me in the streets
without ton of reefer
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That's like Malcolm X
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catching the Jungle Fever
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King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
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Atlanta ain't Brave-r,
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pull a number like a pager
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'Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass
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40 side is the place that is giving me grace
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Now wait, another dose
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and you might be dead
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And I'm a Nike head,
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I wear chains that excite the feds
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And ain't a damn thing gonna change
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I'm a performer strange,
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so the mic warmer was born to gain
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Nas, why did you do it?
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You know you got the mad fat fluid
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when you rhyme, it's halftime
Chorus 1
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It's halftime
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Ayo, it's halftime
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It's halftime
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Verse 2
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It's like that, you know it's like that
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I got it hemmed,
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now you never get the mic back
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When I attack,
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ain't an army that could strike back
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So I react never calmly on a hype track
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I set it off with my own rhyme
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'Cause I'm as ill as a convict
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who kills for phone time
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I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
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In your stereo sets, Nas'll Nas'll catch wreck
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I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
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When I was young,
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I was a fan of the Jackson 5
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I drop jewels, wear jewels,
hope to never run it
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With more kicks than a baby
in a mother's stomach
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Nasty Nas has to rise 'cause I'm wise
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This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
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Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
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But I was too scared
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to grab the mic's in the parks
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And kick my little raps
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'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
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And now in every jam, I'm the fucking man
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I rap in front of more niggas
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than in the slave ships
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I used to watch CHiPs, now I load Glock clips
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I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
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Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
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But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
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Of rap, I'm a professional
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and that's no question, yo
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These are the lyrics of the man,
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you can't near it, understand
'Cause in the streets,
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I'm well known like the number man
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Am I in place with the bass and format?
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Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
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And next time I rhyme,
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I be foul whenever I freestyle
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I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
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I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme
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Stay tuned, Nas soon,
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the real rap comes at halftime
Chorus 2
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It's halftime
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Check it, it's halftime
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It's halftime
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Verse 3
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I got it going on, even flip a morning song
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Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
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And in the darkness, I'm heartless
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when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
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'Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
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I be slaying 'em fast,
doing this, that in the third
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But chill, pass to Andre and let's slay
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I bag bitches up at John Jay
and hit a matinee
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Putting hits on 5- 0
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'Cause when it's my time to go,
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I wait for God wit the fo-fo
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And biters can't come near
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And yo, go to hell
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to the foul cop shot Garcia
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I won't plant seeds,
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don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
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That's extra Phillie change,
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more cash for damp weed
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This goes out to Manhattan
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the Island of Staten
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Brooklyn and Queens is living fat
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And the Boogie Down,
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enough props, enough clout
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Ill will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
Chorus 3
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It's still halftime
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You know it's halftime
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It's halftime
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Halftime
[Fade out]

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