Customer

[Intro: Aasim]
I'm tired of you faggots comin' out with records before me
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Aasim]
Who's your favorite MC in the world? Bet I was born better
Lyrically drawn better, critically more clever
Let you be warned, never draw with Picasso
If you expected manners then you in the wrong household
Champerty number nines in my mouth gold
Put out a album, bet a million you be outsold
And that's Puff paper, I ain't got a silver dollar
Still the children follow Aas' like the Pied Piper
And my motto is: Live another minute
That's a moment in time you could've made a couple digits
Oh yes, you could've slayed a couple chickens
Pay attention, this is savage gladiator business
Murder music, no witness
Struggle rap, fuck up ya Christmases
Different instances I make vivid grand entraces
Lucky number s'leven, fuckin' up ya reverend
I'm a heavyweight, always with with a ready face
Styles I integrate, but never will I imitate
I just penetrate, look dog, I've been a ape
You just a featherweight, look at how I levitate
Concentratin' 'til ya mind state elevates
Straight defacate on anybody's present state
Grind Music abuses the useless
Grind 'til I'm toothless, Aasim the ruthless

[Chorus: Aasim]
Hey, everybody
Grab somebody
Move your body
Hug the block and
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a
When I rock the microphone I make everybody a customer

[Verse 2: Aasim]
Okay uh, yes, yes, y'all
Spray TECs 'til death for tor EMS call
Barbaric like a savage in a mess hall
Test ya manhood 'til ya pee a mess call
Reservoir dog, Aas' melt ya flesh off
Hit the right hook wrong, I swing the left off
Haha, ready to cash and smash in
Anything you blastin', just a hair fraction
Aasim is top of the mezzanine nose bleed section
Hip Hop traffic redirection
Perfection, introspective
Controversial so use as directed
Medicine man the plan is a message
Well thought quarter million dollar bought
With a hundred million quarts that'll piss off dick heads
A starvin' artist tryna get fed quick bread
If you could walk in my shoes, you'd have corns
If you really a king then you should have thorns
Listen, I'm more like Chaka Khan
Do you believe in the magic I perform?
Not the norm, I'm a storm, I'm deformed
I'm a sinner, I could never be reformed
Only reborn like God's first son
Converse One and that Aas' verse done

[Chorus: Aasim]
Hey, everybody
Grab somebody
Move your body
Hug the block and
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a
When I rock the microphone I make everybody a customer
Hey, everybody
Grab somebody
Move your body
Hug the block and
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a hustler
Clap your hands to the rhythm of a
When I rock the microphone I make everybody a customer

[Outro: DJ Green Lantern]
And you say New York City
Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree?
Southside Jamaica, Queens, what it is?
Can't forget, Harlem
The Evil Genius, Green Lantern, man
Aasim D'Xplicit
Bad Boy