Check it out
That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing
Than a slipper made Cinderella fella
Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
Yeah, whatever
It's illmatic
Kick that fuckin' rhyme
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops
When I'm chillin', I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's nasty the villian
Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah
Yo, whatever
Yet I'm a menance, yo, police wanna murder me
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
But now I know the time, got a older mind
Yeah, kick that shit
One time for your mind, one time
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin' the shit, G
My brain is incarcerated
From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God
Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat
And I'm from Queens bridge, been to many places
Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly
Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind
It's illmatic
Yeah
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided
It sound clever
Aiyyo Nas
Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine
One time for your mind, one time
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop
One time for your mind, one time
The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop pah
I'm still writin' rhymes but besides that I'm chillin'
Yeah, that shit was greasy fat Paul, know what I'm sayin'?
Cheap lubrication, lifestyle protection
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds
It sound clever
Yo, one time for your mind, one time
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
I contact 11 L's and Max in heaven
But I'ma lamp, 'cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?
But check it, you gotta another verse for me
Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
Well acapella rhymes'll make me richer
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the reverand
My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
As a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased us
One time for your mind, one time
Whattup Paul?
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Got niggaz who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes
I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job
Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates
But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all that
I try to stay mellow, rock
Yeah, whatever
Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
Shit, cold be starvin' make you wanna do crimes kid
After being blessed by the herb's essence
But one time for your mind, one time
One time for your mind, one time
And expand a lot from the wiz to Camelot
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villian
Heine dark drinker, represent the thinker
