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Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, that 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?) 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, 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 to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends 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
me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty 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, fuck that, man, shit was fat)
(But kick 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 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 to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, when I would say out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I 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 dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the north interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I write my is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and 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 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 time for mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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