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Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, that 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?) that 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 love it, of chilly,
Then I send a from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my stereo's remote control,
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
me richer 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 rocking microphones and twisting off a top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your 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, up niggaz, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get money, God, you know 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, I would say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
Plus 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, police want to me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the north interstate.
Never to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
at any jam, I couldn't count 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 for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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