Azma
Title | Azma |
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Artist | Emay |
Album | A.D.D. (Altered Dynamic Dimensions) |
Release Date | 2008 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: AZ] Just gimme the countdown Know where we goin' [Verse 1: AZ] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble You see the change when the Range come through When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis It's ferocious when broke niggas get focused The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups Then one little thing just, leads to the next and Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and Just so we can go, you was free from the stress I guess it is what it is [Hook: DJ Premier scratching] Creepin' on a come up, streets is yours for the takin' now Creepin' on a come up, I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful Creepin' on a come up, streets is yours for the takin' now I'm rather unique, I'm from the place, Brooklyn [Verse 2: O.C.] It’s like me against Anyone, first full verse is spontaneous Combustion thrusts me, no rapper can dust me Bounced upon the scene with a theme, word, life I cut fantasy out ‘cause I differ from a dream Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed I fell victim to hip hop blues—you’re way Off, I stay on tour often, rocking spots on The California coast, ranging on back to Boston Enforcing my theory, leaving rappers teary-eyed Fry most who came and thought they had stride You accustomed to cussing and bluffing, fussing for nothing Half of y’all crumbs are just soft like muffins, I bake Masterpieces, sharper thesis, y’all Candy-coated motherfuckers stink like feces Needless to say, are these running shoes yours? You retreated when I gave out hit for wars My microphone set is immensely brick-wall Solid in and out. You slept, so now snore Who got my back? You ask Lord and blast-master Unorthodox, combinations from the masters Mics I menace. When it’s finished, you get An understanding of what we’re bringing: no gimmicksYou might also like |