AC Lane - How Unique lyrics
[AC Lane - How Unique lyrics]
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
The best yo, the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo it's special, unique
Not the average, far from being similar
Or criminal minded, subliminal rhyme
You'll never find it
You'll never find another quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all created
I am, the last breathing testament
Of rap breeding excellence
Never last or even second in
A competition, on a mission
For honor and digit's
Spit a photo that's vivid
Of landscapes frigid
AC, I'm like an air conditioning system
The heir to this pimpin'
Be aware of this pimpin' before you compare
There's some layers to this nigga
Your girl at home, heel wearing
Preparing for this nigga
And I, simply put, give
Her whatever she need, whatever the beat
Notice I'm potent and rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Do or die, not accustomed to a suit and tie
But walking around without a pound
Of clout is suicide forever single
Because to mingle with women you
Need more than some singles (huh)
It's kinda crazy ain't it
Pen to paint brush, picture what I've painted
A colorful canvas of candids in the making
Portrait's of people in cold
Cities wearing beanies
Or sitting pretty in the city
In their newest Lamborghinis
See me, I'm so special, peculiar even
But even if I'm odd, my medulla's scheming
Pete Rock produced this, AZ exclusive
But AC, I enter to insert my two cents
Only appropriate to associate
Me with abnormal
I'm not talking opiates or that corner
But bigger picture
With scriptures drunk off elixirs
As i tackle this beat
The technique is rather unique
Rather unique, verbal speech
Not off the herbal leaf
But witness how I'm lifted
Twisted like the urban streets
Revenge is sweet, so after victory
My enemies are history
No need to worry about a thing
Dreams of signing to atlantic
Writing on the whiteboard in class
Til' life turned mechanic like a cyborg
Don't panic, far from satanic
Prayers to my lord
I swear that I'm music and
Nobody is on my chord
You're an eye sore, from i saw as i soar
With my boys, and we just fly up, higher
Who else u know with acapellas
That make em jog to shelters
Might make em rondo (run though)
Like point guard of the celtics
Call me selfish, slightly an originator
But az was doing this back when
Ac was a baby player
Innovator, unusually turning lunacy
To lucrative
Escaped out rap's safe house a fugitive
How Unique
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
The best yo, the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
So special, so special
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
East Coast to West Coast
His flow's the best yo
Now let's go, let's go