Throwback

Lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] One, two, one, two In the place to be As it is plain to see We are, the crush groovin' The body movin' The record makin' And the record breakin' Bad boy, bitch [Verse 1: Aasim] My status imperial, milky cereal Mass murder material that prisoners listen to Words and vocals together'll paint you a visual Hah, hah, follow the rhythm of a lyrical criminal The wrath of madness, niggas call me Cassius School of Hard Knocks is my address The killer of mics, what I recite, get the media hype So hah, hah, let me clear my windpipe device It's the best, so yes, you test, you rest in peace I bless the beat, finesse, address the streets Got a TEC, a vest, a mic, a masterpiece I write precise for chicks, I'm stabbin' 'em deep And I'm past my pivotal, liquor's like a ritual Intellect of a blimp still a savage when physical Aasim is the dream, nigga, I reign supreme, nigga On the mic, just to let off steam [Interlude: Diddy] As we proceed To give you bitches what you need We, are, the supreme, the magnificent Bad Boy, bitch [Verse 2: Aasim] Uh, uh, the pressure's physical, verses cynical Last to be original, my violence is criminal Curbs and local enforcements got hoods hysterical Hah, hah, snitches is talkin' got niggas in federal I'm a entrepreneur nigga, fresh from the sewer nigga Back to the future nigga, my actions is ruthless In a animal form I perform like a great white And treat the stage like, apes in a cage fight And ain't a cure for my raw '80s couture Words pour as if I had a separated jaw Bloods on my claws from wars, the stains is recent As pain increases, I make you remain speechless The teacher Aasim, I'm changin' direction The game in a smash and your class is in session The last of the real niggas, fuck how you feel, niggas Come press your luck and get your dumb ass killed [Interlude: Diddy] In the place to be As it is plain to see We are, the crush groovin' The body movin' The record makin' And the record breakin' Bad boy, bitch [Verse 3: Aasim] U-uh, uh, my style is wild, my profile gorgeous When I speak, my foul words come out so flawless Benzes and Porsches, Civics and a Courser Hah, hah, border school runaway rules like Norn I'm a portion of the block where the heart beat stop Cocaine spots get raided and niggas sprayin' them Glocks Got a degree in Niggarism, but my vision is clear I'm here for hungry disciples that live in despair Even if the beat drop, I remain real With a blank stare no fear shown I'm Tiananmen Square First letter of the alphabet, you got a house I set Fire to your empire, no remorse, I'm a force What you thought you was, never came close to Broke you down and exposed you, you're local The Queens barbarian, Aasim for president Microphone massacre, leader of a fellowship