[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 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

[Outro: Nas, Large Professor, and?]

[LP] Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time
[?] It sound clever
[LP] But one time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] 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...