Yeah, its Illmatic (yeah)
Its Illmatic (yeah!)
Its Illmatic, huh
(yeah kick that shit)
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yeah whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yo whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Aiyyo Nas (whattup Paul) kick that fuckin rhyme
Check it out
When Im chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herbs essence
Im back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds
Thats where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing
Cheap lubrication, Lifestyle protection
Picking up my stereos remote control quickly
Ron Gs in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, G
I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymesll
make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella
Go get your crew, Hobbes, Im prepared to bomb troops
Got niggaz whos born, I shot my way out my Mom Dukes
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yeah whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
It sound clever
Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat
But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all that
Right, right, what up niggaz, how yall, its Nasty the villian
Im still writin rhymes but besides that Im chillin
Im trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid
But Ima lamp, cuz a crime couldnt beat a rhyme
Niggaz catching 3 to 9s, Muslims yelling free the mind
And Im from Queensbridge, been to many places
as a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased us
But now I know the time, got a older mind
Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine
Im new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Yet Im a meance, yo, police wanna murder me
Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
Think Ill dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates
Floating like Im on the North 95 Interstate
Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot
The parlayer, Ill make ya heads bop Pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cops car
From day to night, I play the mic and youll thank God
I wreck shit so much, the microphonell need a paint job
My brain is incarcerated
Live at any jam, I couldnt count all the parks I raided
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact 11 Ls and max in heaven
Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time
It sound clever
But one time 4 your mind, one time
Yeah whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul, knowhatImsayin?
But check it, you gotta another verse for me
I want you to kick it, youknowhatImsayin?
Kick that shit from the projects...
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