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

it out.
When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my to buy beers,
And a flick, illin and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my to the store for phillies.
being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the 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, rhymes'll
Make me than 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 microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, that was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, 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 to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', make you to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, chased us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, never heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police want to me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and the Reverand.
I eleven 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 was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But check it, you another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know I'm saying?
Kick that shit the projects