Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Time 4 Your Mind, artist - Nas. Album song Illmatic: Live from the Kennedy Center with the National Symphony Orchestra, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
One Time 4 Your Mind |
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 (whattup Paul) kick that fuckin 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 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 |
One time 4 your mind, one time |
Yeah whatever |
One time 4 your mind, one time |
It sound clever |
Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat |
But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all that |
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 |
Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time |
It sound clever |
But one time 4 your mind, one time |
Yeah whatever |
One time 4 your mind, one time |
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… |