Yeah, it's illmatic   Yeah   It's illmatic   Yeah   It's illmatic   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   Aiyyo Nas   Whattup Paul?   Kick that fuckin' rhyme      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   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      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 villian   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 wanna do crimes kid   But I'ma lamp, 'cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme   Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind   And I'm from Queens bridge, 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   I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me   Yet I'm a menance, yo, police wanna murder me   Heine 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 95 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'll 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 11 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 sayin'?   But check it, you gotta another verse for me   I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?   Kick that shit from the projects