Yeah, it's illmatic, (yeah) It's illmatic, (yeah!) It's illmatic, huh (Yeah, kick that shit) (One time for your mind, one time) Yeah, whatever (One time for your mind, one time) Yo, whatever (One time for your mind, one time) (Hey yo, Nas, (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme) Check it out When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin and root for the villain, 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 herb's essence I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing Cheap lubrication, lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control, quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin' the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops Got niggaz who's 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 forty top, yeah (One time for your mind, one time) Yeah, whatever (One time for 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 y'all? It's Nasty, the villain I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin' I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid Shit, cold be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas chased us But now I know the time, got a older mind Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance, yo, police want to murder me Heine(ken,) dark drinker, represent the thinker My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates Floating like I'm on the north ninety-five interstate Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot And expand a lot from the wiz' to Camelot The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop, Pah I shine a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much, the microphone need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand I contact eleven L's, and max in heaven Yo, one time for your mind, one time It sound clever But one time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine Yeah, that shit was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying? But check it, you gotta another verse for me? I want you to kick it, you know what I'm saying? Kick that shit from the projects