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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 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, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a from 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,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my stereo's control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin 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 that 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 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 three to nines, yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to 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, 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 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 ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone need a 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 for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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