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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 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, 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.
where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
up my stereo's remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I 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, shit was fat)
(But kick for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas three to nines, Muslims 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.
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 I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint 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 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, what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know I'm saying?
Kick that shit from the