Get A Rush

[Intro: Jack Nicholson & Leonardo DiCaprio from The Departed]
Fuck yourself
I'm tired from fuckin’ your wife
How's your mother?
Good, she's tired from fuckin’ my father

[Break: Aasim & DJ Green Lantern]
(Woo!) Uh
(Ah-hah) Uh-huh (Yeah)
(Ah-hah) Uh-huh (Yeah)
(Ah-hah) Uh (Yes), yeah (Yeah)
(Ah-hah) Uh (Aasim) (And you say New York City)
(Ah-hah) Uh-huh
(Ah-hah) Uh (Woo!)
(Yeah) Yeah
(Ah-hah) Uh
(Ah-hah) Uh-huh, uh-huh (This that robbin' shit)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), uh, uh, uh (Sean C, Grind Music the LP)
(Let's go) Uh (Aasim, baby)

[Verse 1: Aasim]
Once again, I'm the chosen, solo, throwin' bolos
In a polo, top button open
Brown skin and handsome, tell my story random
Designed a rhyme to hold your mind state for ransom
Need a second change when the avalanche crashes
Re-fryers flashes turn desires to ashes
My murders is recent, vocals indecent
Serial gettin' lyrical, I shot up a precinct
With all the dramatics, my automatic scene went to a panic
Crowd control I gotta have it
With a gift whatever I spit shifts the planet
What I pack it just crack and the customers gotta have it
The jewelers the blue now, my profile perfection
True style of Aasim is too wild to sense it
So on this adventure, peep my agenda
To come up on the scene, on the creep like a ninja

[Chorus: Aasim]
When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair
And MCs declare that the war is here
I get a rush, get a rush
When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair
And MCs declare that the war is here
I get a rush, get a rush

[Verse 2: Aasim]
With a pen and a pad, tell my life story frequent
Pretty boy street shit, bitches wanna sleep with
Convo precise when I write proper content
Gotta be the best every line got a complex
High self esteem is Aasim The Dream
Born in the belly of the beast in South Queens
I'm a addict for pretty pussy, poet prophet I'm poisonous
Venom, true demin, rhythm, the nosy is
Fly as Harlem, fly as Brooklyn
With money in my pocket it never been tooken
The good, the bad, the worst, the cancer
The dream, the king, the god, the beast, the answer
In gorgeous form I’m a rare breed of panther
No probable cause, I just start causin’ disaster
And chicks love it my talk crazy made me put a
Baby in they stomach, the 88 is comin'

[Chorus: Aasim]
When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair
And MCs declare that the war is here
I get a rush, get a rush
When the gun smoke clear and mics need repair
And MCs declare that the war is here
I get a rush