One Time 4 Your Mind Lyrics – Nas
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 ***’ 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 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 bein’ 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 sexin’
Keep lubrication, Lifestyle protection
Picking up my stereo’s remote control quickly
Ron G’s in the cassette deck, rockin’ the ***, 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-hoppin’ shorty wop
Known for rockin’ microphones and twistin’ 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? *** that, man, that *** was phat
But kick that for them gangstas, man, *** all that!
Right, right
What up niggas, how y’all? It’s Nasty, the villain
I’m still writin’ rhymes, but besides that, I’m chillin’
I’m tryin’ to get this money, God
You know the hard times, kid
***, cold, be starvin’ make you wanna do crimes, kid
But I’ma lamp ’cause a crime couldn’t beat a rhyme
Niggas catchin’ 3 to 9s, muslims yellin’ “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 *** 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
Floatin’ 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** for the projects