Letra One Time 4 Your Mind de Nas original
Intro: nas and large professor Yeah, it's illmatic (yeah) Its illmatic (yeah!) Its 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 Im 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 herbs essence Im 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 stereos remote control quickly Ron gs in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, g I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymesll Make me richer than a slipper made cinderella fella Go get your crew, hobbes, Im prepared to bomb troops Got niggaz whos 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 yall, it's nasty the villian Im still writin rhymes but besides that Im chillin Im trying to get this money, god, you know the hard times, kid Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid But ima lamp, cuz a crime couldnt beat a rhyme Niggaz catching 3 to 9s, muslims yelling free the mind And Im 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 Im new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet Im 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 Im on the north 95 interstate Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot And expand a lot from the wiz to camelot The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cops car From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank god I wreck shit so much, the microphonell need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam, I couldnt count all the parks I raided I hold a mac-11, and attack the reverand I contact 11 ls 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, knowhatimsayin? But check it, you gotta another verse for me I want you to kick it, youknowhatimsayin? Kick that shit from the projects...