Lyrics:

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 kn