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letra de dead ya damn self (pt. 2) - aasim

[intro: aasim & big mike]
yeah
aasim is here
i got sean c with me, that’s right
grind music, sean c, lv
kendle the sav’
’bout to get gutter for you’ mo’f-ckers (topline, what up?)
listen

[verse 1]
i was born to be what you die for, i got a eye for
money make the world go round, make your heart skip a
beat speed up and slow down, slow down
they say your whole life ahead of you, live it to its best
and if a n-gga threaten you, take it to its chest
hollows through his vest, make the n-gga rest
me, i stay with stress like it’s included with the rent
so every day i’m bent, i’m like such a f-ckin’ mess
forget about my struggles when i’m suckin’ on some br–sts
broke pimpin’ got ’em sayin’, “yes”
the thrill is here, aasim save the people
the pill is here, dollar bills pop a heineken with mill’s and yeah
eob be my fam-o, verses of pain’ll
be my ammo, more than you could handle
raised in the slums of jamaica, take yo’ pick
rap, crack, robberies, basketball, or quit
commit homicide, suicide, genocide
set aside your differences or never let it slide
surprised if you still alive past 25
the money train’s a b-tch, you wanna ride? listen
[intro: omar epps & 2pac from juice]
yo, big man
if you want respect, you gotta earn it
you d-mn right
you gotta be ready to throw down, stand up and die for that sh-t
you gotta sn-tch some collars and let them motherf-ckers know
you there to take them out!
any time you feel like it!
you gotta get the ground beneath yo’ feet, partner!
get the wind behind your back or go out in a blaze if you got to!
otherwise, you ain’t sh-t!
you might as well be dead ya d-mn self!

[verse 2]
the words of a marksman, i attack the beat sharp as a dagger
my swagger’ll capture and stab your brain matter, matter of fact
it’ll splatter blood on the track of the illest producer
you n-ggas is use to failin’, i’m a winnin’ lotto ticket
you gotta give it to aasim, vivid lyric i k!ll it with
mind, body, and spirit, my main ray’s a gimmick
is it the game or the players in it, the smaik in it lame
where it either sounds weird or the same, like a mimic
i could talk about crack sellin’, bein’ locked in the system
but i’d rather you give you my life in rhyme rhythms
time’s tickin’ by the millisecond, aas’ isn’t on that
“regular line spittin’, average k!ller n-gga actor” sh-t
most of y’all is actresses, the only crack you got
in between your mattresses is the crack of your ass is in
you n-ggas might be wanna be platinum but
you n-ggas ain’t really spittin’ no classics, so give it up

- aasim

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