featuring Large ProfessorIntro: Nas and Large ProfessorYeah, it's Illmatic (yeah)It's Illmatic (yeah!)It's Illmatic, huh(yeah kick that shit)[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time[Nas] Yeah whatever[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time[Nas] Yo whatever[LP] One time 4 your mind, one timeAiyyo Nas (whattup Paul) kick that fuckin rhymeVerse One: NasCheck it outWhen I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beersAnd watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huhPlus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chillyThen I send a shorty from my block to the store for PhilliesAfter being blessed by the herb's essenceI'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd secondsThat's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexingCheap lubrication, Lifestyle protectionPicking up my stereo's remote control quicklyRon G's in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, GI try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes'llmake me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fellaGo get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troopsGot niggaz who's born, I shot my way out my Mom DukesWhen I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wopKnown for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeahChorus: Nas and Large Professor[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time[Nas] Yeah whatever[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time[Nas] It sound clever[LP] Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fatBut kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all thatVerse Two: NasRight, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's Nasty the villianI'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillinI'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kidShit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kidBut I'ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhymeNiggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mindAnd I'm from Queensbridge, been to many placesas a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased usBut now I know the time, got a older mindPlus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mineI'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of meYet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder meHeine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinkerMy pen rides the paper, it even has blinkersThink I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulatesFloating like I'm on the North 95 InterstateNever plan to stop, when I write my hand is hotAnd expand alot from the Wiz to CamelotThe parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop PahI shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's carFrom day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank GodI wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint jobMy brain is incarceratedLive at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raidedI hold a Mac-11, and attack the ReverandI contact 11 L's and max in heavenOutro: Nas, Large Professor, and ?[LP] Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time[?] It sound clever[LP] But one time 4 your mind, one time[Nas] Yeah whatever[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time[Nas] Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine[?] Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul, knowhatI'msayin?But check it, you gotta another verse for meI want you to kick it, youknowhatI'msayin?Kick that shit from the projects...
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