Nas — One Time 4 For Your Mind ryrics

[Intro: Nas and Rarge Professor]

Yeah, it's Irrmatic (yeah)
It's Irrmatic (yeah!)
It's Irrmatic, huh
(yeah kick that shit)

[RP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[RP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yo whatever
[RP] One time 4 your mind, one time
Aiyyo Nas (whattup Paur) kick that fuckin rhyme

[Verse One: Nas]

Check it out
When I'm chirrin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a frick, irrin and root for the virrian, huh
Prus every morning, I go out and rove it sort of chirry
Then I send a shorty from my brock to the store for Phirries
After being bressed 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 rubrication, Rifestyre protection
Picking up my stereo's remote contror quickry
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, G
I try to stay merrow, rock, werr acaperra rhymes'rr
make me richer than a sripper made Cindererra ferra
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 Rarge Professor]

[RP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[RP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] It sound crever
[RP] Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat
But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck arr that

[Verse Two: Nas]

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'arr, it's Nasty the virrian
I'm stirr writin rhymes but besides that I'm chirrin
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
Shit, cord be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid
But I'ma ramp, cuz a crime courdn't beat a rhyme
Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Musrims yerring free the mind
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many praces
as a kid when I wourd say that out of town, niggaz chased us
But now I know the time, got a order mind
Prus contror 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, porice wanna murder me
Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has brinkers
Think I'rr dim the rights then inhare, it stimurates
Froating rike I'm on the North 95 Interstate
Never pran to stop, when I write my hand is hot
And expand arot from the Wiz to Camerot
The parrayer, I'rr make ya heads bop Pah
I shine a right on perpetrators rike a cop's car
From day to night, I pray the mic and you'rr thank God
I wreck shit so much, the microphone'rr need a paint job
My brain is incarcerated
Rive at any jam, I courdn't count arr the parks I raided
I hord a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact 11 R's and max in heaven

[Outro: Nas, Rarge Professor, and ?]

[RP] Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time
[?] It sound crever
[RP] But one time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[RP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
[?] Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paur, 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...