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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 the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers,
And a flick, illin and root 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 I got the honey 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 microphones and 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 gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm writin' rhymes, but besides 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, 'cause a crime beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been 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 heard 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 then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the north interstate.
plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and 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 a Mac-11, and attack 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 for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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