Halftime chords and lyrics - NAS

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[Intro 1]
[Am][C][Dm][Bm]
[Am][C][Dm][Bm]
[Am]Check me out y[C]'all
[Dm]Nasty Nas [Bm]in your area
[Am]About to cause[C] mass hyst[Dm]eria[Bm]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Before a blunt, I take out m[C]y fronts
Then I [Dm]start to front, matter of fact,
[Bm]I be on a manhunt
[Am]You couldn't catch me in the stree[C]ts
without ton of reefer
[Dm]That's like Malcolm X
[Bm]catching the Jungle Fever
[Am]King poetic, too much [C]flavor, I'm major
[Dm]Atlanta ain't Brave-r,
pull a [Bm]number like a pager
[Am]'Cause I'm a ace when I face[C] the bass
40 [Dm]side is the place that is [Bm]giving me grace
Now [Dm]wait, another dose
and you [Am]might be dead
And [Dm]I'm a Nike head,
I wear [C]chains that excite the feds
[Dm]And ain't a damn thing gonna[Am] change
I'm [Dm]a performer strange,
so the mic [C]warmer was born to gain
[Am]Nas, why did you do it[C]?
You know you got the [Dm]mad fat fluid
when you [Bm]rhyme, it's halftime

[Chorus 1]
[Am]It's[C] hal[Dm]ftim[Bm]e
[Am]Ayo,[C] it'[Dm]s ha[Bm]lftime
[Am]It's[C] hal[Dm]ftim[Bm]e
[Am][C][Dm][Bm]

[Verse 2]
It's [Am]like that, you know it's [C]like that
I got it [Dm]hemmed,
now you never get the [Bm]mic back
When I a[Am]ttack,
ain't an army that could [C]strike back
So I re[Dm]act never calmly on a h[Bm]ype track
[Am]I set it off with my own r[C]hyme
'Cause I'm as [Dm]ill as a convict
who [Bm]kills for phone time
I'm [Am]max like cassettes, I [C]flex like sex
In [Dm]your stereo sets, [Bm]Nas'll Nas'll catch wreck
I used to [Am]hustle, now all I [C]do is relax and strive
[Dm]When I was young,
I was a [Bm]fan of the Jackson 5
[Am]I drop jewels, wear jewe[C]ls,
hope to never run it
[Dm]With more kicks than a baby[Bm]
in a mother's stomach
[Am]Nasty Nas has to rise [C]'cause I'm wise
This [Dm]is exercise 'til the mi[Bm]crophone dies
[Am]Back in '83, I was an [C]MC sparking
But [Dm]I was too scared
to grab the [Bm]mic's in the parks
And [Dm]kick my little raps
'cause I [Am]thought niggas wouldn't [Dm]understand
And now in every [C]jam, I'm the fucking man
[Dm]I rap in front of more niggas[Am]
than in the [Dm]slave ships
I used to watch CHiPs, [C]now I load Glock clips
[Am]I got to have it, I miss[C] Mr. Magic
[Dm]Versatile, my style [Bm]switches like a faggot
But [Am]not bisexual, [C]I'm an intellectual
Of [Dm]rap, I'm a professional
and [Bm]that's no question, yo
[Am]These are the lyrics of the man,[C]
you can't near it, under[Dm]stand
'Cause in the streets,
I'm well [Bm]known like the number man
[Am]Am I in place with the bass [C]and format?
Ex[Dm]plore rap and tell me [Bm]Nas ain't all that
And [Am]next time I rhyme,
I [C]be foul whenever I [Dm]freestyle
I see trial, [Bm]niggas say I'm wild
[Am]I hate a rhyme biter[C]'s rhyme
Stay [Dm]tuned, Nas soon,
the real [Bm]rap comes at halftime

[Chorus 2]
[Dm]It's[Am] half[Dm]time[C]
[Dm]Chec[Am]k it,[Dm] it's[C] halftime
[Am]It's[C] hal[Dm]ftim[Bm]e
[Am][C][Dm][Bm]

[Verse 3]
[Am]I got it going on, even flip a morning song
[Dm]Every afternoon, I kick half[Bm] the tune
[Am]And in the darkness, I'm heartless
when the narcs [Dm]hit
Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
[Am]'Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be [Dm]slaying 'em fast,
doing this, that in the third
But [Am]chill, pass to Andre and let's slay
I [Dm]bag bitches up at John J[Bm]ay
and hit a matinee
[Am]Putting hits on 5- 0[C]
'Cause when it's my [Dm]time to go,
I wait for [Bm]God wit the fo-fo
[Am]And biters can't come near[C]
And yo, go to [Dm]hell
to the foul cop [Bm]shot Garcia
I [Am]won't plant seeds,
don't need an [C]extra mouth I can't feed
[Dm]That's extra Phillie change,
[Bm]more cash for damp weed
[Am]This goes out to Manhatt[C]an
the Island of [Dm]Staten
Brooklyn and [Bm]Queens is living fat
And the [Am]Boogie Down,
enough [C]props, enough clout
[Dm]Ill will, rest in peac[Bm]e, yo, I'm out

[Chorus 3]
[Dm]It's[Am] stil[Dm]l hal[C]ftime
[Dm]You [Am]know [Dm]it's [C]halftime
[Dm]It's[Am] half[Dm]time[Dm][C]
[Dm]Half[Am]time[Dm][C]
[Fade out]