Get A Rush

Lyrics

[Intro: Jack Nicholson & Leonardo DiCaprio from The Departed] Fuck yourself I'm tired from fuckin' your wife How's your mother? Good, she's tired from fuckin' my father [Break: Aasim & DJ Green Lantern] (Woo!) Uh (Ah-hah) Uh-huh (Yeah) (Ah-hah) Uh-huh (Yeah) (Ah-hah) Uh (Yes), yeah (Yeah) (Ah-hah) Uh (Aasim) (And you say New York City) (Ah-hah) Uh-huh (Ah-hah) Uh (Woo!) (Yeah) Yeah (Ah-hah) Uh (Ah-hah) Uh-huh, uh-huh (This that robbin' shit) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), uh, uh, uh (Sean C, Grind Music the LP) (Let's go) Uh (Aasim, baby) [Verse 1: Aasim] Once again, I'm the chosen, solo, throwin' bolos In a polo, top button open Brown skin and handsome, tell my story random Designed a rhyme to hold your mind state for ransom Need a second change when the avalanche crashes Re-fryers flashes turn desires to ashes My murders is recent, vocals indecent Serial gettin' lyrical, I shot up a precinct With all the dramatics, my automatic scene went to a panic Crowd control I gotta have it With a gift whatever I spit shifts the planet What I pack it just crack and the customers gotta have it The jewelers the blue now, my profile perfection True style of Aasim is too wild to sense it So on this adventure, peep my agenda To come up on the scene, on the creep like a ninja [Chorus: Aasim] When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair And MCs declare that the war is here I get a rush, get a rush When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair And MCs declare that the war is here I get a rush, get a rush [Verse 2: Aasim] With a pen and a pad, tell my life story frequent Pretty boy street shit, bitches wanna sleep with Convo precise when I write proper content Gotta be the best every line got a complex High self esteem is Aasim The Dream Born in the belly of the beast in South Queens I'm a addict for pretty pussy, poet prophet I'm poisonous Venom, true demin, rhythm, the nosy is Fly as Harlem, fly as Brooklyn With money in my pocket it never been tooken The good, the bad, the worst, the cancer The dream, the king, the god, the beast, the answer In gorgeous form I'm a rare breed of panther No probable cause, I just start causin' disaster And chicks love it my talk crazy made me put a Baby in they stomach, the 88 is comin' [Chorus: Aasim] When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair And MCs declare that the war is here I get a rush, get a rush When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair And MCs declare that the war is here I get a rush