[Intro: Aasim]

I'm tired of you faggots comin' out with records before me

Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Aasim]

Who's your favorite MC in the world? Bet I was born better

Lyrically drawn better, critically more clever

Let you be warned, never draw with Picasso

If you expected manners then you in the wrong household

Champerty number nines in my mouth gold

Put out a album, bet a million you be outsold

And that's Puff paper, I ain't got a silver dollar

Still the children follow Aas' like the Pied Piper

And my motto is: Live another minute

That's a moment in time you could've made a couple digits

Oh yes, you could've slayed a couple chickens

Pay attention, this is savage gladiator business

Murder music, no witness

Struggle rap, fuck up ya Christmases

Different instances I make vivid grand entraces

Lucky Number Slevin, fuckin' up ya reverend

I'm a heavyweight, always with with a ready face

Styles I integrate, but never will I imitate

I just penetrate, look dog, I've been a ape

You just a featherweight, look at how I levitate

Concentratin' 'til ya mind state elevates

Straight defacate on anybody's present state

Grind Music abuses the useless

Grind 'til I'm toothless, Aasim the ruthless

[Chorus: Aasim]

Hey, everybody, grab somebody

Move your body, hug the block and

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a

When I rock the microphone I make everybody a customer

[Verse 2: Aasim]

Okay uh, yes, yes, y'all

Spray TECs 'til death for tor EMS call

Barbaric like a savage in a mess hall

Test ya manhood 'til ya pee a mess call

Reservoir dog, Aas' melt ya flesh off

Hit the right hook wrong, I swing the left off

Haha, ready to cash and smash in

Anything you blastin', just a hair fraction

Aasim is top of the mezzanine nose bleed section

Hip Hop traffic redirection

Perfection, introspective

Controversial so use as directed

Medicine man the plan is a message

Well thought quarter million dollar bought

With a hundred million quarts that'll piss off dick heads

A starvin' artist tryna get fed quick bread

If you could walk in my shoes, you'd have corns

If you really a king then you should have thorns

Listen, I'm more like Chaka Khan

Do you believe in the magic I perform?

Not the norm, I'm a storm, I'm deformed

I'm a sinner, I could never be reformed

Only reborn like God's first son

Converse One and that's Aas' verse done

[Chorus: Aasim]

Hey, everybody, grab somebody

Move your body, hug the block and

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a

When I rock the microphone I make everybody a customer

Hey, everybody, grab somebody

Move your body, hug the block and

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler

Clap your hands to the rhythm of a

When I rock the microphone I make everybody a customer

[Outro: DJ Green Lantern]

And you say New York City

Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree?

Southside Jamaica, Queens, what it is?

Can't forget, Harlem

The Evil Genius, Green Lantern, man

Aasim D'Xplicit

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