| One time 4 your mind, one time
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| Yeah whatever
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| One time 4 your mind, one time
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| Yo whatever
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| One time 4 your mind, one time
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| Aiyyo Nas (whattup Paul) kick that fuckin rhyme
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| Check it out
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| When I’m chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
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| And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
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| Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
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| Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
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| After being blessed by the herb’s essence
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| I’m back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds
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| That’s where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing
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| Cheap lubrication, Lifestyle protection
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| Picking up my stereo’s remote control quickly
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| Ron G’s in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes’ll
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| make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella
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| Go get your crew, Hobbes, I’m prepared to bomb troops
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| Got niggaz who’s born, I shot my way out my Mom Dukes
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| When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop
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| Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah
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| One time 4 your mind, one time
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| Yeah whatever
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| One time 4 your mind, one time
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| It sound clever
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| Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat
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| But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all that
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| Right, right, what up niggaz, how y’all, it’s Nasty the villian
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| I’m still writin rhymes but besides that I’m chillin
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| I’m trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
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| Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid
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| But I’ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn’t beat a rhyme
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| Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind
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| And I’m from Queensbridge, been to many places
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| as a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased us But now I know the time, got a older mind
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| Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine
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| 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
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| My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
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| Think I’ll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates
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| Floating like I’m on the North 95 Interstate
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| Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
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| And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot
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| The parlayer, I’ll make ya heads bop Pah
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| I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop’s car
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| From day to night, I play the mic and you’ll thank God
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| I wreck shit so much, the microphone’ll need a paint job
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| My brain is incarcerated
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| Live at any jam, I couldn’t count all the parks I raided
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| I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
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| I contact 11 L’s and max in heaven
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| Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time
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| It sound clever
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| But one time 4 your mind, one time
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| Yeah whatever
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| One time 4 your mind, one time
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| Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
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| Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul, knowhatI’msayin?
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| But check it, you gotta another verse for me I want you to kick it, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| Kick that shit from the projects… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Time 4 Your Mind , by - Nas. Song from the album Illmatic: Live from the Kennedy Center with the National Symphony Orchestra, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп