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Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick shit.)

(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) that fuckin' rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my to buy beers,
And watch a flick, and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it, of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the for phillies.
being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin wop,
Known for rocking and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, that, man, that shit was fat)
(But kick that for gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, never heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and thank God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one time for mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

Yeah, that was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta verse for me?
I want you to it, you know what I'm saying?
that shit from the projects