One Time 4 Your Mind Lyrics by Nas

One Time 4 Your Mind

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...