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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?) Kick that rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew 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 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 honey at, the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared 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 rocking 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 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, 'cause a couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, I would say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, never heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one time for mind, one time.

It clever.

But one for your 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 what I'm
But it, you gotta another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm
Kick that shit from the