Aasim - Alphabet Soup lyrics

One from the top you know what it is
Promotin' that Heineken drink, haha
Th The The Evil Genius yeah
Green Lantern
Yeah, you know what it is already
South Queens, muh'fuckers
It's Aasim, muh'fuckers
It's The Dream, muh'fuckers

Uh, listen, monster menace
You morons should move on
The almighty, the grimy-gritty has moved on
Fools perform, you flim-flam fugazi
Forced a fella and feel the
Force from the fever
I cook it high Fahrenheit
You afraid of flavor
My whole foundation foresees you as a faker
You ain't
Familiar with the feedback of yo' weak raps
I tear through ya fabric with a pitchfork
Piss off my faction all about them fractions
You frantic, on somе faggot shit
Fraudulent embarrassment
Fivе out of five rappers feel like they
Holdin' matches up to the fire my pen writes
For charge we, eyes ain't got body
Flamboyant I flame-broil and fire
Fuckers chartin' me
But on the flipside, I'm plain and simple
With a mind frame similar to
Fleece in the winter
I seem as tenfold, the lyrical nympho
With physical info
The shit I done been through
On instrumentals with heaven sent flows
Bent as a motherfuckin' Heineken centerfolds

One for the money, two for the bass
This is for them dudes locked way up state
One for the money, two for the bass
This is for my dudes fucked
Up and outta place
One for the money, two for the bass
This is for them dudes locked way up state
One for the money, two for the bass
This is for my dudes fucked
Up and outta place

Wave the flag, I tear shit down to a frag
Meant to be found in the
Sewers with truants and trash
Every movement is formula fittin' a king
Yet I'm the principal with students
The rule boy is
South Queens you know that I'm about teams
Frustrated 'bout a lot
But I'll fight about things fix the game
Returnin' back them rope chains
And four fingers
A raw figure four, man, four horseman format
All that and then some
Fair-skinned and handsome
Fair ones I shoot some, females I shoot some
Back to facilities where the
Faculties fuck some feeble on feet Fred and
Friends had enough from
The drunk of a dock concealers
Eyes fresh out of the tailor
Sean John and eh, eh, it's on
February 4th Friday load up the guns
Bust one in the air
Let 'em know where you from

Check it, one for the money, two for the bass
This is for them dudes locked way up state
One for the money, two for the bass
This is for my dudes fucked
Up and outta place
One for the money, two for the bass
This is for them dudes locked way up state
One for the money, two for the bass