Aasim - Get A Rush lyrics

Fuck yourself
I'm tired from fuckin’ your wife
How's your mother?
Good, she's tired from fuckin’ my father

(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)

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

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

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'

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