Aasim, Diddy - Throwback lyrics

One, two, one, two in the place to be
As it is plain to see
We are, the crush groovin' the body movin'
The record makin' and the record breakin'
Bad boy, bitch

My status imperial, milky cereal
Mass murder material that prisoners listen to
Words and vocals together'll paint you
A visual hah, hah
Follow the rhythm of a lyrical criminal
The wrath of madness, niggas call me Cassius
School of Hard Knocks is my address
The killer of mics, what I recite
Get the media hype
So hah, hah, let me clear my windpipe device
It's the best, so yes, you test
You rest in peace i bless the beat, finesse
Address the streets
Got a TEC, a vest, a mic, a masterpiece
I write precise for chicks
I'm stabbin' 'em deep
And I'm past my pivotal
Liquor's like a ritual
Intellect of a blimp still
A savage when physical
Aasim is the dream, nigga, I reign supreme
Nigga on the mic, just to let off steam

As we proceed
To give you bitches what you need
We, are, the supreme, the magnificent
Bad Boy, bitch

Uh, uh, the pressure's physical
Verses cynical
Last to be original, my violence is criminal
Curbs and local enforcements
Got hoods hysterical hah, hah
Snitches is talkin' got niggas in federal
I'm a entrepreneur nigga
Fresh from the sewer nigga
Back to the future nigga
My actions is ruthless
In a animal form I perform like a great white
And treat the stage like
Apes in a cage fight
And ain't a cure for my raw '80s couture
Words pour as if I had a separated jaw
Bloods on my claws from wars
The stains is recent as pain increases
I make you remain speechless
The teacher Aasim, I'm changin' direction
The game in a smash and
Your class is in session
The last of the real niggas
Fuck how you feel, niggas
Come press your luck and get
Your dumb ass killed

In the place to be as it is plain to see
We are, the crush groovin' the body movin'
The record makin' and the record breakin'
Bad boy, bitch

U uh, uh, my style is wild
My profile gorgeous when I speak
My foul words come out so flawless
Benzes and Porsches, Civics and a Courser
Hah, hah
Border school runaway rules like Norn
I'm a portion of the block
Where the heart beat stop
Cocaine spots get raided and
Niggas sprayin' them Glocks
Got a degree in Niggarism
But my vision is clear
I'm here for hungry disciples
That live in despair
Even if the beat drop, I remain real
With a blank stare no fear
Shown I'm Tiananmen Square
First letter of the alphabet
You got a house I set
Fire to your empire, no remorse, I'm a force
What you thought you was, never came close to
Broke you down and exposed you, you're local
The Queens barbarian, Aasim for president
Microphone massacre, leader of a fellowship