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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 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 a flick, illin and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty my block to the store for phillies.
After blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, spends the for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
up my stereo's remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop,
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 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, shit was fat)
(But that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm writin' 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, a crime couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas three to nines, Muslims 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.
control a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder 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 ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I a light 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 a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't all the parks 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 for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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