Halftime - Martavis Sims

Close the blinds I'm in my halftime switching shit Switch the clip, switch the switch he power Up the lights and gets on it The goal to heavy so he gives it up to Peers for tips, ambition itching but he not An addict for the win The pen stay steady, you write in phones Not books illiterate, that passion switched In chemistry got mixing liqs The penned out kids thought it was funny It was mixing sins The homies scrolling through the lonely nights My girl be stressing bout her body type The eager question lingers in the last of Every night I see it like A human wanting more And life's a bitch so I beat it more "How can I move" This lead to future so I conquer yours The light is shining take your steps upon the Carpet floor Smoking up the Buddha till my mind has comfort yours Stay on steady keep it tight we just start hitting core Open your eyes I think the lies assured

Halftime, half a perc and half a zan make it halftime Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga halftime Tryna rob that stick turn his body in halftime (Yeahh) Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like I'm Willie B No Tennessee but the chain on my neck is a T No Memphis Bleek, bitch I own the Roc not Jay Z, ya dig? War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig? Racks on racks on racks just might pull up in my Spider All my diamonds black you can motherfuckin' knight 'em All these pussy niggas whack, I'm a murk em every night'll Pull up screamin' blat, got my motor out a Viper Got 100 mil flat like my motherfuckin' idol I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear i'll never bite 'em I swear every time I dress myself it go motherfuckin' viral They say niggas stealin' swag, bring my shit back like recycles I'mma asshole for some head I don't know that ho, I act like she dead Insurance on my money like a wreck Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage Fuck her on a $10, 000 bed I could never love her, fuck her And suck my dick like Beavis no Butthead Cocaine white like Justin Bieber bitch I might show the racks and tease the bitch I might want it but I don't need the bitch I been flooded out my Jesus bitch I want your pizza, Little Caesar's bitch Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel bitch I don't wanna talk and see a snitch No teacher, we chalkin' shit I pass the school, I pass by all the stallions I just want that neck like a giraffe I like fish in water, I'm a bear 175, I shave it like it's Nair Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare I don't play games, no I'm not the fair I got Hot Wheels like a motherfuckin' chariot Chanel Vintage but this shit is real Heyyy let's have a good time! Heyy let's a have a very good time!! I done figured this shit out If you think you gone bite on my swag it's a virus I don my swag and I pull up on bitches dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus No, I'm not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches I whip out she suck on my private (Suck it!) Lil nigga play, I'mma catch her I bet I fold 'em like a wallet I swear to God there's only one of me and these bitches 3D like a trolley I'm walkin' through it like tons of the ones and these bitches grabbin on my phallus Fuck nigga try me I swear to God lil whodie done pull up and pop at his noggin Bitch I got water I look like I'm fresh from Hawaii Having the time of my motherfuckin' life I'm gonna buy everything I want, I can't think twice You can turn off and be on my baby ice As long as I live only one life Heyyy let's have a good time! Heyy let's a have a very good time!!

Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria 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 It's 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'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 nigga 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 It's halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel 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

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags When I caught your name at a corn hole game September Saturday in Rocky Top On top of G10 parking lot Said, "Girl, where you sitti'g? I got an extra ticket It's right on the 50" You had a 16 home team jersey on Singin' every word to the fight song Had your airplane bottles from your purse out Had a country mile smile every first down Last thing on my mind was the football Watchin' you girl like it's gonna be a good fall You would've thought that post-game Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine But you had me by halftime They sent out the pride of the south land band And all I could think about was holdin' your hand Was just gonna catch it on a couch TV And last second scored a couple tickets for free But baby I'd have paid anything to see You had a 16 home team jersey on Singin' every word to the fight song Had your airplane bottles from your purse out Had a country mile smile every first down Last thing on my mind was the football Watchin' you girl like it's gonna be a good fall You would've thought that post-game Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine But you had me by halftime Now every time the leaves start fallin' down I get to thinkin' 'bout You had a 16 home team jersey on Singin' every word to the fight song Had your airplane bottles from your purse out Had a country mile smile every first down Last thing on my mind was the football Watchin' you girl like it's gonna be a good fall You would've thought that post-game Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine But you had me by halftime You had me by halftime You had me by halftime

I wish that you and I lived in the Sims We could build a house and plant some flowers and have kids But we're both at some trashy Halloween party downtown And I'll probably never see you again I wish that we lived on a VHS I'd erase the things I said and that I'll probably say again Hit rewind on all the times I got lost in my head But I guess I'll never see you again I'll probably never see you again Oh, goddamn I wish we would've met on another night, baby Maybe, then I wouldn't let you leave me Yeah, oh, goddamn I wish we would've met on another night, baby In another life, baby In another... I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let- I wish that we met walkin' round the MoMa Yeah I'd say nice to meet you, instead of saying nice to know you I try to impress you with some bullshit 'bout Monet At least I wouldn't be too drunk to stay And I wouldn't have let you slip away Oh, goddamn I wish we would have met on another night, baby Maybe, then I wouldn't have let you leave me Yeah, oh, goddamn I wish we would have met on another night, baby In another life baby In another... I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let- I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let- I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you I wouldn't have let you leave me

I don't know anyone here I hardly know myself and it feels fuckin' weird Wonder when the pressure will all disappear This should be exciting (this should be exci-) I went to lunch and I cried I was so embarrassed, I covered my eyes I'm all about emotions but not if they're mine What is it I'm hiding? (What is it I'm hid-) Who are they? Who am I Whatever We are they? They are I? Whatever I never have control Fuck I'm getting old Put me in a simulation Where time doesn't exist My family is rich Bet I look better pixelated I'd be happy I know But if not there's a cheat code A game where I don't have to win I think I'd rather be a sim (Suh-suh) (Oh, shiny day) Right click and I change my face 'Cause I kinda think my nose is too big for my waist Nothing in this world that I can't rearrange I really want a mansion, I'll buy an expansion pack My girlfriend is being dramatic I'll throw her in the pool and I'll take out the ladder Do it all the time 'cause it don't really matter And if I do regret it, click undo and get her back Who are they? Who am I? Whatever Least I won't be alive Forever I never have control Fuck I'm getting old Put me in a simulation Where time doesn't exist My family is rich Bet I look better pixelated I'd be happy I know But if not there's a cheat code A game where I don't have to win I think I'd rather be a sim Rather be a sim Rather be a sim Rather be a sim Rather be a sim A game where I don't have to win I think I'd rather be a sim