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Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick shit.)

(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) that fuckin' rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew 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 blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, spends the 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 stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer than a slipper Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm 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 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, that, man, that shit was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, 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', make you 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 from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, when I would say out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I know the time, got a 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 the paper, it even has blinkers.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads 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, know what I'm
But it, you gotta another verse for me?
I you to kick it, you know what I'm saying?
Kick shit from the projects