{[D.J. & AZ] Intro}
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"AZ"
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I'm ready.
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"C'mon!"
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{[AZ] Verse One}
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You know the Chronicle,
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The shit that if mama knew.
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The stress the drama do.
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The techs phenominal.
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Rapid fire, it pecks through the abdominal.
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You basterd liar, it's me who's the honorable.
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Bathed and clothed up.
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Shaved and closed-cut.
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Restrained from temptation was drained from both nuts. (heh)
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Now in the physical form,
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verbalize through the scriptures, I was biblically born.
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It's Aire, Gerimaia, can see through the blunt fire.
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All Kawasakis can wheely up, on one tire.
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Well respected, Jail connected.
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Got the method for them pretty females, perfected.
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For sure, Very few flaws.
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Every Chevy's two doors.
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Candy painted will give a nigga the blue-balls.
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Pause, This's the life I chose.
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Then did the 360. The chypers closed. (C'mon)
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{[D.J.] Scratch Chorus}
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"The Format is real sickenin', Contagious"
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"Here I Come"
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"AZ"
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"There you go"
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"Still I don't have to run no game, I've done those thangs"
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{[AZ] Verse Two}
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Uh Young and gifted.
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My tounge's perlific.
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In the beast bungalou is how I'm brung in Christmas.
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From the streets, Ima flow from the hungriest districts.
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Switch kicks,
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Crisp when I come to them picnics.
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Played slow.
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Paper chased, stacked and layed low.
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Range Rov', tinted all black.
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The same ol', physic mind, rightious rhymes.
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Then turnt a new leaf for my life of crime.
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No concerns with new beef, who's as nice as I'm.
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It's confirmed from few feet. I'm still a snipper blind.
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Built my fame, spilt my pain.
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Politicin' daily, still tryin' to milk the game.
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It's obvious that I'm real.
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Rap skills remain.
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I took some change and I'm still the same.
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{[D.J.] Scratch Chorus}
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"The Format is real sickenin', Contagious"
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"Here I Come"
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"AZ"
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"There you go"
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"Still I don't have to run no game, I've done those thangs"
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{[AZ] Verse Three}
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Learned the system.
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Burnt some 'Ism.
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Jotted my jewels down, like journalism.
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How I manouv' now, it emerged the wisdom or pilgrim.
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Prohizised, Putting words to rythim.
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Relating, I add 'em clayton and manifistation.
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Patient, meditating with them animals waiting.
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Pacing, like an inmate that sealed his fate.
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Less in years escape, but I'm still in shape.
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I'm chillin', deeply rooted.
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A beast with music, from Bedsty to the East.
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I'm too at peace to lose it, but love it.
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I still does it, breathing off a trump budget.
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Fresh out of gloomies with the Loui Luggets.
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{[D.J.] Scratch Chorus Outro}
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"The Format is real sickenin', Contagious"
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"Here I Come"
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"AZ"
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"There you go"
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"How we get down"
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The Format
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AZ |