Aasim - Fly Shit lyrics

South Side jamaica, Queens area
‘bout to break the sound barrier
What you want, son?
I seen the protector give it
To you just like this fly Shit

Keep lacing ‘em with fly shit, my shit
Me and my clique
The niggas I was born with probably die with
Get high with
Write three dozen live rhymes with
London Iced Tea sipping
Hooptie-driving kids I ride with

My rap tech's better than black sex
Each track my rap bless
Tap sets like data caps
The backs from black Tec's
Attacks complex, facts whack the brain
And so you collapse and lack breath
I cook on this grill


Ill soul who like a black chef
Scholastic philosopher
Maneuver well on this rap
Track militant opera
D’X de la ghetto, el lyrical perfecto
Got rappers stranded like inmates
With no el collecto
Flash Gordon verses merciless
Murderous dispersin’ this
Thrist on this fly nigga with turbulence
Word in this microphone massacre
Menace composition manufacturer
Black rhythm rapturer
Bloody throat like Dracula

Keep lacing ‘em with fly shit, my shit
Me and my clique
The niggas I was born with probably die with
Get high with
Write three dozen live rhymes with
London Iced Tea sipping
Hooptie-driving kids I ride with

Our whole fortress
I seen the God of Reason paint portrait's
Lyrical forces, four horses horseman offense
Non-rock star, Black Chucks, my crew rock far
Praise all while some screaming
"Allahu Akbar" my uncle locked in
I try and shine for him consecutive
Years keep stocking while the
Blue murderers clock in
Mind state’s like "Wait"
I’m chopping combatants to small size
Voice sharp, cutting eardrums, open all eyes
Sleeping on the individual straight
From South Side jamaica, Queens side
Emcee high off my word lye
Verbs linked to heart attacks
Raising hell over tracks
Double-S soldier, look over your shoulder
Behind your back
The architect "X", I pose more than a threat
Perform on your set, Hip hop nah, a war vet
Storm the context, the mic’s my sword of iron
Use it like Conan for survivin'
You chose to battle against this lion
Roaring, I could go on and on and on and
F-O-F roamin', hit hard like a stonin'
Leavin' opponents all broke
Down into components, kid
Quote this the exact way, I wrote this
Composed this

Keep lacing ‘em with fly shit, my shit
Me and my clique
The niggas I was born with probably die with
Get high with
Write three dozen live rhymes with
London Iced Tea sipping
Hooptie-driving kids I ride with

My phonics is economics
My atomic bomb be casualties
I think I was a accident
Born through acid from batteries
I’ve expressed myself verbally since
The birth of me
Niggas couldn’t acquire my skills
If they had surgery
Literally, I could lyrically start
A colony in Italy
Mentally and physically Yo son
Niggas is feeling me if rap was church
I’d be the pastor and the freakin' deacon
After I finish speaking
Niggas brains’ll be leaking
Competition that want head-on collisions:
Get a airbag!
I chisel through littered crews
Like tanks through troops in Baghdad
Emcees: they got the bomb, they got duds
I got studs
Blowing spots when they drop Take me
Out? Get off the drugs
From Malibu to The Avenue
They blast the tape
Can’t stand rapping after wack rappers ‘cause
They be leaving that wack aftertaste
I rhyme phat
Girls reach climax from one line that