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Arsenal
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Remy Ma
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Grind Music in the motherf**ker LV, Sean C. in this mo'f**ker Aasim, you know what I'm about Knock a n***a off, knock a n***a out Come on Problematic, automatics, my rhythms'll cause a panic Cause a frantic frenzy if you attempt to be actin' savage And this is fo' mathematics, I flip like a acrobatic Rhyme on any track with balance, you f**kers is under average This ya pit stop, the reason ya sh*t flop Aasim on the rise, no room at the tip-top I should end ya clique shop, with a bit of hip hop Gutter-gutter for them n***as that's straight from the whip wop In the middle of tender vittles I lyrical gen the fiddles with Any and every visible, physical at a syllable Any and every criminal, goin' through hell I'm feelin' you Tellin' you build ya mantle, win strength in ya heart and spiritual Aas' is the combination of cal-aesthetic ritual Ambitional, somethin' fo' lost souls to listen to f**kin' with me, sh*t, you f**kin' with the best Aas' write rhymes, Grind Music sign checks, n***a Come on, yeah, uh My n***a, LV, yeah Yo Sean C Uh-huh Aasim, yeah Yeah Uh-huh Yeah, yeah, I got my b*t*h with me Yeah You know who it is Yeah, Remy! All these rap b*t*hes is garbage, they really f**kin' wack But there's this one chick from the Bronx that be really spittin' crack And that's that me I said, but Aasim I said And ain't none of y'all gon' eat it 'til Remy is dead Y'all sneaks that ya had, here eat that lead I'm on a low-carb diet, b*t*h, you need that bread I'm so focus my fo'-fo', fo'-fo'-fo' blow Plus the girl sick, your flow-flow's the so-so Trust me I'm loco, believe me I'm crazy b*t*h, you ain't Eminem, so why you actin' shady? You don't wanna get f**ked up, don't ever try to play me You don't really want beef, you wanna keep it gravy You'll get stomped in, front of Macy's I'll make it impossible fo' you too have babies They say she's the best that's doin' it right now And if you believe, I'm provin' it right now, hoo! Yeah, it's one to one to what You know what it is, man One hand 'cross the chest, the other one in the ear Just a statue, let's get this goin' Huh Ayo, live and direct from the two-one-tizzle what's yo' bizzoise? This ain't the time fo' battle talk, come down with all that nizziose n***a, I'm a powder holic purple why stay noddin' off They f**k with me I spray yo' frame and make it where the cops'll chalk it Straight Harlem wanna problem get popped Like the convertible on a nice day, get dropped Everybody on yo' block gettin' shot if they don't get to runnin' I get the blunt, take a hit, and then I get to gunnin' Take two more pulls and then I get to dumbin' Might not clap yo' face but I guarantee I'm hittin' somethin' Mr. Most Hated, Mr. Wonder What? Call me what you want, but you won't call me f**ked up Black and white diamonds in my watch, I call my bezel Salt and pepper, Only thing I'm missin' is the spinderella My n***a, Aas', got'cha block under siege And me and Remy'll will smoke you like a "O" of Sour Dies', mo'f**ker Yeah, it's wonder, wonder what? Haha, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh Yeah, yeah, Rem', Aas' And you say New York City You know who the f**k I am, Jae Millz, New York City is back New York, New York, New York
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