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1) the mr. logical miracle now you heard tha` called just the lyrical physical mad murder i got the ill phat rhymes like venom so bust my style read if you don`t understand them i got the phattest beatz in your whole city make my rhymes shitty cause my style ain`t pretty i make noise with my boyz cause it`s real pack up tha steel with the mass appeal kill i put the boom in my room with my terror the illa is clever comes like the devil out the mirror a clearer instrumental you can`t beat it if you can`t read you can`t eat it lead it
2) about the sweetest rhyme that you ever say hey hey hey hoh hey do with my crew hit the stage to blow affection i don`t know what to do hit the rulaz in my action illmatics back on the track you know i`m strokin` flowin over attac ksmokin you and what you talkin` broken open it`s the illmatic mr. hit you with my fist ah knock out hasta la vista the psychopathic illmatic got`s to have it one for your mind two for the automatic down with the s yes and the soundsystem you try to diss them 3p is mad wisdom
3)i sell my raps with the gaps and snaps to make a dollar one for the cheese smokin` trees and make mc`s holler cause i`m that bigger that pullin` that trigger up on the microphone another joints blow`n soldier will be comin` home end of the zone illmatic`s free a new release can`t get with these rest in peace forget the memories pop pop with the glock nonstop i drop the shot the iron lounge you better come listen son the pistol is my tongue just like a gun i spread out from the crowd dimension i pay attention but no one`s got the right direction i face the action with lmp yo that`s my crew i got the clou cause no one`s hurt the way i do
chorus: hah make make money money ( 8 times ) stop smiling fool ain`t nothin`funny