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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 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 a flick, illin and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it, of chilly,
I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
up my stereo's remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer than a made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
for rocking microphones 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 for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? 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', make you to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, a crime couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, when I say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent 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, when I write my is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck so much, the microphone need a paint 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 time for 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 what I'm
that shit from the projects