Bad Boy Killed You Freestyle

Album cover art for "Bad Boy Killed You Freestyle" by Aasim

Aasim - Rap, East Coast Rap

Bad Boy Killed You Freestyle

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[Intro] Yeah Empire strikes back, motherfuckers Aasim is here, Grind Music is here, Sean C, LV, yeah On the real, all you faggot niggas know the deal Southside Jamaica, Queens On the real, all you faggot niggas know the deal On the real, all you faggot niggas know the deal On the real, listen I'm reloaded! [Verse] Since I was born, a crown of thorns made my state of mind of higher Than the fiends that burn fire under spoons, I'm a addict For rappers, if mama held it in her womb, Arabic name Black nigga swagger, paragrahper, astonish ya Write with the same frame as photographers, Aas' minus the Perfect package from crack and Serta mattresses I learned and mastered this, verbal stone, words disastrous Girls attracted this, kinda Kanye in my arrogance The nastiness, stick my dicks in chicks involved in marriages EOB status is the fame of straight savages Aasim, a great strategist, spit a chapter that a Nigga has to just, bop to it, flop to it Prison drop to it, Diddy Bop to it in his Navigator Bubble like flesh when it's slashed with razors Blastin' music 'til my aggy neighbors call investigators I been blessed with flavor since the nurses jerked me from the vaginal Round the way girls, in denim skirts be on some casual Until you get it poppin' and the quick to wanna marry you Have a brat or two, my way of livin's on some get dough Get low attitude, the rotten apple's back if you Live in any borough of New York, I'm here to carry you To the promised land, modest man got a plan Got a jam like a automatic can I revolve like a .38 special it's effortless Call me Aasim, the Gold Medalist, ever since I remember it's Been predicted Aasim is gifted Aasim is undeniable, unforgettable lyric You bein' better, forget it, there's no winnin' or no endin' to the Mind-bendin', rhyme epic, nine second, life-threatnin' Mic wreckin', time stretchin', nine's divine lesson Know you hard pressed, regardless, I still don't feel you When they ask you, tell 'em Aasim and Bad Boy killed you, faggot

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  • Aasim