[Intro: Aasim]
South Side. Jamaica, Queens area ‘bout to break the sound barrier. What you want, son? [?] give it to you just like this: fly sh**
[Hook: Aasim]
Keep lacing ‘em with fly sh**—my sh**
Me and my clique—the n***as I was born with, probably die with
Get high with, write three-dozen live rhymes with
London Iced Tea sipping. Hooptie-driving kids I ride with
[Verse 1: Aasim]
My rap techs better than black s** each track my rap bless
[?] sets like data cats, the backs from black techs
Attacks complex. Facts whack the brain and so you collapse
And lack breath. I cook on this grill
Ill soul like a black chef, scholastic philosopher
Maneuver well on this rap track, militant opera
D'X de la ghetto, el lyrical perfecto
Got rappers stranded like inmates with no el collecto
Flash Gordon verses merciless, murderous dispersin' this
Thirstin' this fly n***a with turbulence. Word in this microphone ma**acre
Menace composition manufacturer, black rhythm rapturer, bloody throat like Dracula
[Hook: Aasim] (x2)
Keep lacing ‘em with fly sh**—my sh**
Me and my clique—the n***as I was born with, probably die with
Get high with, write three-dozen live rhymes with
London Iced Tea sipping. Hooptie-driving kids I ride with
[Verse 2: Aasim]
Our whole fortress. I seen the god of reason paint portraits
Lyrical forces, four horses horseman offense
Nah, rock star. Black Chucks my crew rock far
Praise all while some screaming, “Allahu Akbar”
My uncle locked in. I try and shine for him, consecutive
Years keep stocking while the blue murderers clock in
Mind state's like “Wait.” I'm chopping combatants to small size
Voice sharp, cutting eardrums, open all eyes
Sleeping on the individual straight from South Side
Jamaica, Queens side. Emcee high off my word lye
Verbs link to heart attacks, raising hell over tracks
Double-S soldier, look over your shoulder, behind your back
The architect X. I pose more than a threat
Perform on your set. Hip hop—nah, a war vet
Storm the context, the mic's my sword of iron
Use it like Conan for surviving. You chose to battle against this lion
Roaring, I could go on and on and on and
F-O-F roaming, hit hard like a stone and
Leaving opponents all broke down into components
Kid, quote this the exact way I wrote this, composed this
[Hook: Aasim] (x2)
Keep lacing ‘em with fly sh**—my sh**
Me and my clique—the n***as I was born with, probably die with
Get high with, write three-dozen live rhymes with
London Iced Tea sipping. Hooptie-driving kids I ride with
[Verse 3: Aasim]
My phonics is economics, my atomic bomb the casualties
I think I was a accident born through acid from batteries
I've expressed myself verbally. Since the birth of me
n***as couldn't acquire my sk**s if they had surgery
Literally, I could lyrically start a colony in Italy
Mentally and physically—yo son, n***as is feeling me
If rap was church, I'd be the pastor and the freaking deacon
After I finish speaking, n***as brains'll be leaking
Competition that want head-on collisions: get a airbag
I chisel through little crews like tanks through troops in Baghdad
Emcees: they got the [bomb?], they got duds. I got studs
Blowing spots when they drop. Take me out? Get off the d**
From Malibu to the avenue, they blast the tape
Can't stand rapping after wack rappers ‘cause they be leaving that wack aftertaste
I rhyme fat, girls reach climax from one line that…