Yeah, it's Illmatic (yeah) 
It's Illmatic (yeah!) 
It's Illmatic, huh 
(yeah kick that shit) 

One time 4 your mind, one time 
Yeah whatever 
One time 4 your mind, one time 
Yo whatever 
One time 4 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, 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 

One time 4 your mind, one time 
Yeah whatever 
One time 4 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 Queensbridge, 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 meance, yo, police wanna 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 95 Interstate 
Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot 
And expand alot 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 4 your mind, one time 
It sound clever 
But one time 4 your mind, one time 
Yeah whatever 
One time 4 your mind, one time 
Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine 
Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul, knowhatI'msayin? 
But check it, you gotta another verse for me 
I want you to kick it, youknowhatI'msayin? 
Kick that shit from the projects...