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

(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One time for 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 watch a flick, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty my block to the store for phillies.
After being 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,
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 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.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
for rocking 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 that for gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? 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, a crime couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas us,
But now I the time, got a older 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, police want to me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, 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 to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a car.
day to night, I play 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 count all the I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I contact 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 another for me?
I you to kick it, you know what I'm saying?
that shit from the projects