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

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

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers,
And watch a flick, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it, of chilly,
Then I a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer than a slipper 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 for your 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 them gangstas, man, all that)

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the 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 three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas us,
But now I know the time, got a 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, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone need a job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I contact L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one for your mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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