One Time 4 Your Mind

(альбом: Illmatic - 1994)

Yeah, it's Illmatic
Yeah
Yeah, it's Illmatic
Yeah
Yeah, it's Illmatic
Ha ha, ha ha, check it

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? Kick that fucking rhyme!

Check it out
When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illing and root for the villain, 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
Keep lubrication, Lifestyle protection
Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rocking the shit, G
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, a cappella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella
Go get your crew, hops, I'm prepared to bomb troops
Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes
When I was ten, I was a hip-hopping shorty wop
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top

One time 4 your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
It sounds clever
Aiyyo, Nas? Fuck that, man, that shit was phat
But kick that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that!
Right, right

What up niggas, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain
I'm still writing rhymes, but besides that, I'm chilling
I'm trying to get this money, God
You know the hard times, kid
Shit, cold, be starving make you wanna do crimes, kid
But I'ma lamp 'cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
Niggas catching 3 to 9s, muslims yelling "Free the mind"
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
As a kid, when I would say that outta town, niggas chased us
But now, I know the time, got a older mind
Plus control a 9, fine, see, now I represent mine
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me
Heini 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 the lot from the Wiz to Camelot
The parlayer, I'll make your 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've raided
I hold a MAC-11, and attack a reverend
I contact eleven Ls and max in heaven

One time 4 your mind, one time
It sounds clever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yo, from '92 to '99

Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah
Know what I'm sayin'?
But check it, you got another verse for me
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kick that shit for the projects