Aasim, Remy Ma, Jae Millz - Arsenal lyrics

Grind Music in the motherfucker
LV, Sean C in this muh'fucker
Aasim, you know what I'm about
Knock a nigga off, knock a nigga out come on

Problematic, automatics
My rhythms'll cause a panic
Cause a frantic frenzy if you
Attempt to be actin' savage
And this is fo' mathematics
I flip like a acrobatic
Rhyme on any track with balance
You fuckers is under average
This ya pit stop, the reason ya shit flop
Aasim on the rise, no room at the tip-top
I should end ya clique shop
With a bit of hip hop
Gutter-gutter for them niggas that's straight
From the whip wop
In the middle of tender vittles I
Lyrical gen the fiddles with
Any and every visible, physical at a syllable
Any and every criminal
Goin' through hell I'm feelin' you
Tellin' you build ya mantle
Win strength in ya heart and spiritual
Aas' is the combination
Of cal-aesthetic ritual
Ambitional, somethin' fo' lost souls
To listen to fuckin' with me, shit
You fuckin' with the best
Aas' write rhymes, Grind Music sign checks
Nigga

Come on, yeah, uh my nigga, LV, yeah
Yo sean C
Uh, huh aasim, yeah
Yeah uh, huh
Yeah, yeah, I got my bitch with me yeah
You know who it is yeah, Remy!

All these rap bitches is garbage
They really fuckin' wack
But there's this one chick from the
Bronx that be really spittin' crack
And that's that me I said, but Aasim I said
And ain't none of y'all gon' eat
It 'til Remy is dead
Y'all sneaks that ya had, here eat that lead
I'm on a low-carb diet, bitch
You need that bread
I'm so focus my fo'-fo', fo'-fo'-fo' blow
Plus the girl sick
Your flow-flow's the so-so
Trust me I'm loco, believe me I'm crazy
Bitch, you ain't Eminem
So why you actin' shady?
You don't wanna get fucked up
Don't ever try to play me
You don't really want beef
You wanna keep it gravy
You'll get stomped in, front of Macy's
I'll make it impossible fo'
You too have babies
They say she's the best that's
Doin' it right now
And if you believe, I'm provin' it right now
Hoo!

Yeah, it's wonder, wonder what
You know what it is, man
One hand 'cross the chest
The other one in the ear
Just a statue, let's get this goin' huh

Ayo, live and direct from the
Two-one-tizzle what's yo' bizzoise?
This ain't the time fo' battle talk
Come down with all that nizziose
Nigga, I'm a powder holic purple
Why stay noddin' off
They fuck with me I spray yo' frame and
Make it where the cops'll chalk it
Straight Harlem wanna problem get popped
Like the convertible on a nice day
Get dropped
Everybody on yo' block gettin' shot if
They don't get to runnin'
I get the blunt, take a hit
And then I get to gunnin'
Take two more pulls and then I get to dumbin'
Might not clap yo' face but
I guarantee I'm hittin' somethin'
Mr most Hated, Mr wonder What?
Call me what you want
But you won't call me fucked up
Black and white diamonds in my watch
I call my bezel salt and pepper
Only thing I'm missin' is the spinderella
My nigga, Aas', got'cha block under siege
And me and Remy'll will smoke you
Like a "O" of Sour Dies', mo'fucker

Yeah, it's wonder, wonder what?
Haha, uh uh uh uh, uh yeah, yeah, Rem', Aas'
And you say New York City
You know who the fuck I am, Jae Millz
New York City is back
New York, New York, New York