[Talking]

Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance

Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords

No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade

And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered

But this here started before the womb

And will not end after the grave

Y'all can't disturb me

[Verse One]

Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane

Officially, I remain the Ripleys of the game

Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot

From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block

No rehearsal, nothing's controversial

Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you

I know death, I was there when souls left

Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh

It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser

Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter

The raps Derek Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer

Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seaters

It's either; move accordin' or, lose an organ

It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya

Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to

King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this

[Hook x2]

If you, If you really you want it

You know y'all can get it

Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

[Verse Two]

I done did the ostrich, the gators, silver foxes

Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious

Wore pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars

What other motherfucker y'all can call hotter

Street affilly, sweet swisher, switched from Philly

To so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun

Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me

Respect I'm so 'N Sync, I could sex Britney

Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylist

They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish

I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it

Consider, I'm as soulful as Howard Hewett

Sos' the don, so seductive overdose you with charm

Paranoid, sort of, so please approach me calm

Clothes and money, hydra, hoes among me

Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me

[Hook x2]

[Verse Three]

Although it's all music, at times we misuse it

Confuse it, like we back on the block suited

Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin'

You still a student I spit twirling tricks with a toothpick

Taught your teacher, I'm the source for seekers

Resurrected like Christ off the cross on Easter

Zone excessive, seven different home addresses

So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive

I, earned my title, I learned survival

Self made, never too concerned with idols

The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun

So all competition is none, get ya guns

[Hook x2]

Nobody, doing it better than AZ