CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Arsenal
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
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
