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

(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One for your 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, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my stereo's remote control,
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
Known for microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

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

Right, right, what up niggaz, how It's 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', you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, 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 lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the north interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I write my is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll God.
I wreck shit so much, the need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and 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, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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