[Verse 1: Aziz]
This is my perspective
You see, there's power in the dollar, but power is in attention
You got power over your words, then maybe you'll hold a sentence
Power to project who in your circle would protect you
Who would you die for? n***a pay attention
This is my show. I thank you for your admission
I know the kitchen, cook up this uplifting so efficient
I hold attention, the people listen
So here go some preacher, some prophet, and some politician
Step one: you can't mumble, and don't stumble
Speak up. Don't be quiet, you fumbled in the cipher
Gotta come back behind steel bars like a lifer
Not all sweet, put thorns in your berries like Eliza
High flyer-rhymer, young Tutankhamun rhymer
Pay attention, when you in the cipher
I see a significant difference between gangster and fables
I've been around enough G's to know one
They listen, they know son go off like a show gun
Cracked bat, home run, PSA attention
You spit, nobody listens
And that's the difference
I'm a magician when I'm politicking, twisting
Try and stop cyclones
Yeah, they're so Popeye Jones
And their ears are getting bigger, you so Popeye's chicken
Chicken's eyes pop at potential Popeye's spinach
Pay attention and listen
Working hard as a genius
I won't just sit here dropping knowledge for no reason
I'm not wasting my breathe, so I'm leaving, on me
To off-time lame rappers please quit, on three
How bad can New Hampshire be if it produced me?
I'm Aziz. Who's he?
He's the ‘A' then the zig-zag
‘I' and then the zig-zag
Jengsala clique rap
Blow the joint up like a zig-zag
Give me your attention
You f** with it?
Ha
Then tell me and my n***as
I should probably win the Nobel Peace, and Pulitzer
Paint pictures
Perfect images of thoughtful penmanship
Akin to novels
Hopefully it's enough to hold attention
I'll tell u why I'm different
I've been at this for a minute
This didn't pop out the blue, like my rap career Cripping
Beyond my years, 9 year old, little dude ripping
Beyond my peers always gifted with the Gift of Gab
I guess I see why they say I sound like that n***a Fab
I mean, I had the chipped tooth and that's compliment and all
But I'm Aziz
Drive my lane like I'm bouncing with the ball
Rap is alcohol, got a couple Alch-ies in the hall
They're bouncing off the walls
Give me your motherf**ing attention
Only way that I'ma fall is if the month is October
Intoxicating words, under 21 is not sober
Leave a stain like your brain was the carpet, and red wines what I knocked over
Open doors just like a lock smith
Put n***as on like my snap back
My moods go up and down like my tube socks
I need family
I should call my pops over, he from Senegal that's the roots
My mother was born and raised in Germany to boot
Ya ganow danke shun, racing on the Autobon
Got 100 first cousins I'ma put all em on
I'll be out in Delaware wit Solomon, tag along
Last thing I'ma be is ignorant, uninformed
As an artist it's like, “What I wanna draw?” A Hundred bars?
You could provoke a n***a til a gun will draw
Word wars
A little co*ky but I stay humbled more
I want to tour
Our lives will change once I catch the right persons attention
If hip-hop is crack this is my verbal intervention
I'll never conform and wear a lames uniform
Surround myself with positive and pray success will match it
Yeah
My news feed said there are 10 new rappers
I have never seen them rapping
f**, I need action. f**
Let me hear your freestyles
Let's me see you hold another n***a's attention with your personal style
Let's see if you stay in pocket, flow confident and versatile
I want verses for a while about the sneakers that I'm wearing
I'll stand on your verses like your verse was made of tiles
I'm the game's latest child
Last verse I murked is in hearse, but somehow there's still a casket floating the Nile
I hold attention no denial
I flow marathons
Brim low iTunes. Brim low Amazon
MAC. Sign us
Labels, dotted line us
Coke lines, everybody knows (nose) like sinus
They pay (ATTENTION). If you listen you're going to like us
If you're fresh as a Stride, I'll chew you up like five gum
A salaam aluyakum. wa alaykum a salaam
La ilaha lll Allah and Muhammad was his prophet
I believe it
I'm the one, I was built for this position
Not for gluttony, but just to keep something on the table
I gotta get the shrubbery, Anne of green gables
Man, Aziz is able
Locked loaded for the millions
White, black, purple, yellow, green people feeling this
Man
My friends in the family
Our hearts are in the handshake
I use my hands to write, if you dap me watch hand break
If you use your hands to fight, you better make a n***a pancake
I'm about love and good vibes, with some other good guys
And some other hood guys
Know-my-mother good guys
Late night I be on that pa** the rubbers good night
This generations parents got some cake like they should, right?
Is it wrong if they did right?
Should I transform into King Kong or Suge Knight
Or should I deliver truth and honesty to hold the crowds (ATTENTION)
I can mold my mouth and sentence it to life behind a mic
I'll do techno, rock, rap if it sounds to me right
We all know a lame when we see one
Y'all could be millionaires like I'ma be if you believed you could be one
n***a, give me your attention
Aziz