Intro: nas and large professor



Yeah, 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 time

Aiyyo nas (whattup paul) kick that fuckin rhyme



Verse one: nas



Check it out

When i'm 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 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 40 top, yeah



Chorus: 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 fat

But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all that



Verse two: nas



Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's nasty the villian

I'm still writin rhymes but besides that i'm chillin

I'm trying to get this money, god, you kn