A-1 Performance



Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance

Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords

No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade

And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered

But this here started before the womb

and will not end after the grave

Y'all can't disturb me

[Verse One]

Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane

Officially, I remain the Ripleys of the game

Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot

From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block

No rehearsal, nothing's controversial

Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you

I know death, I was there when souls left

Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh

It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser

Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter

The raps Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer

Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seaters

It's either; move accordin' or, lose an organ

It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya

Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to

Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this.


If you, If you think you want it

You know y'all can get it

Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]

[Verse Two]

I done did the ostrige, the gators, silver foxes

Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious

Wore pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars

What other motherfucker y'all could call hotter

Street affilly, sweet swisher, switch from willy

This so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun

Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me

Respect im so N-Sync, I could sex Britney

Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylest

They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish

I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it

Consider, I'ma soul food this Howard Heuwit

Sos the don, so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm

Paranoid, sorta, so please approach me calm