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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 time for mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that 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,
I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got who's born, I shot 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 time for 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, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm writin' rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get 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 three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many 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 to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights 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 a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll God.
I wreck shit so much, the 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 for your mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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