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[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 Bad Boy