“Uniqueness” Lyrics:
Yeah
Pour me some prosecco
Turn the lights down a little more, you heard
Feel like some Bobby Womack shit
This how you show up and show out
Sneaker hoarder,
relationships sinking in water,
two sons, got jiped wanted a daughter
New guns, bumping Nip
my niece’s there at the altar
Rhyme culture, whole aura still M.C Ultra
Who the vulture, sipping rum punch sunken the sofa
One blunt, was on a hunt trying to jump in some chocha
Young Sosa, soloist, seeking asylum
Hidden Sonics on my first album speaking in volumes
Peep how they wildin,
fashion trends keep me from stylin
Handsome then, super slim trying to sleep with the stallions
Henny gallon, no dimmies, my pennies was piling
Far from friendly when you bent,
Is what get you sent to the island
Grill salmon tryna leave alone wings and bones
Pocket dialing with these phones I’m the king of the tones
Bring me my throne, the lover,
E-N-Y Guy from Sutter
In junior high used to lie when I stutter
Fly with the butters,
Coogi sweaters copped them in colors
I’m not like the others, nut busser, kept boxes of rubbers, it’s over
Your boy sober, sitting back 30 years older
Stare closer see the tears on my shoulders, distilling
Lost feelings, need therapy for the healing
From what I see I could never be a civilian
When touching them millions, who to trust fooling with lust
A have you doing everything but never doing enough
Just flew to the cut,
first Ghana then Botswana
It’s a lot to ponder, traveled back right after Kwanzaa
Quick reminder, life’s short, visit resorts, spirits and sports
How you move mirror your thoughts, message was caught
Unwrapped, placed in my lap, the greatest is back
Tell the haters make me a plaque
Thirty billion streams predicted
And we ain’t even mix it
It’s that next level shit
AZ Esquire, Poet Extraordinaire
Kept it P since day one
My word always my bond, regardless to whom or what
Rather unique
I travel through beats,
correlate with crime most my kind is deceased
Rhyme for the streets never those that line up they pep’s
Just the one’s who will is weak that thirst knowledge and seek
We civil, read through riddles, court cases lead to acquittals
The chisel, in our presence they shribble , words is fribble
If action ain’t applied to assist
what’s flyer than this
from the mix I survived the abyss
Highly equipped to cope
My nig did his bid on a boat, out of her wig his wiz slid him some dope
He home, all he wanted fear God and some foams
A Lo knitted, Yank fitted and Bvlgari cologne
I hit him,
when tour stop I’ll spin the block and get him
Just heard the word that his opps got with him, gave him his wings
A few niggas keep it a bean, he was one
Doe or die, I guess we all get a run
More money, more murder
Life as we know it
Not how it should be, but it’s the laws of nature
Do or die, three decades and counting
Who else could pour their heart out and paint pictures at the same time
A toast to the official, survivors of the urban corner cold war
Never compromise
Calculated and conquered any and all oppositions that stood in their path
This is pre-ordained
I salute y’all
The God
AZ – ‘Uniqueness’
“Uniqueness” Lyrics:
Yeah
Pour me some prosecco
Turn the lights down a little more, you heard
Feel like some Bobby Womack shit
This how you show up and show out
Sneaker hoarder,
relationships sinking in water,
two sons, got jiped wanted a daughter
New guns, bumping Nip
my niece’s there at the altar
Rhyme culture, whole aura still M.C Ultra
Who the vulture, sipping rum punch sunken the sofa
One blunt, was on a hunt trying to jump in some chocha
Young Sosa, soloist, seeking asylum
Hidden Sonics on my first album speaking in volumes
Peep how they wildin,
fashion trends keep me from stylin
Handsome then, super slim trying to sleep with the stallions
Henny gallon, no dimmies, my pennies was piling
Far from friendly when you bent,
Is what get you sent to the island
Grill salmon tryna leave alone wings and bones
Pocket dialing with these phones I’m the king of the tones
Bring me my throne, the lover,
E-N-Y Guy from Sutter
In junior high used to lie when I stutter
Fly with the butters,
Coogi sweaters copped them in colors
I’m not like the others, nut busser, kept boxes of rubbers, it’s over
Your boy sober, sitting back 30 years older
Stare closer see the tears on my shoulders, distilling
Lost feelings, need therapy for the healing
From what I see I could never be a civilian
When touching them millions, who to trust fooling with lust
A have you doing everything but never doing enough
Just flew to the cut,
first Ghana then Botswana
It’s a lot to ponder, traveled back right after Kwanzaa
Quick reminder, life’s short, visit resorts, spirits and sports
How you move mirror your thoughts, message was caught
Unwrapped, placed in my lap, the greatest is back
Tell the haters make me a plaque
Thirty billion streams predicted
And we ain’t even mix it
It’s that next level shit
AZ Esquire, Poet Extraordinaire
Kept it P since day one
My word always my bond, regardless to whom or what
Rather unique
I travel through beats,
correlate with crime most my kind is deceased
Rhyme for the streets never those that line up they pep’s
Just the one’s who will is weak that thirst knowledge and seek
We civil, read through riddles, court cases lead to acquittals
The chisel, in our presence they shribble , words is fribble
If action ain’t applied to assist
what’s flyer than this
from the mix I survived the abyss
Highly equipped to cope
My nig did his bid on a boat, out of her wig his wiz slid him some dope
He home, all he wanted fear God and some foams
A Lo knitted, Yank fitted and Bvlgari cologne
I hit him,
when tour stop I’ll spin the block and get him
Just heard the word that his opps got with him, gave him his wings
A few niggas keep it a bean, he was one
Doe or die, I guess we all get a run
More money, more murder
Life as we know it
Not how it should be, but it’s the laws of nature
Do or die, three decades and counting
Who else could pour their heart out and paint pictures at the same time
A toast to the official, survivors of the urban corner cold war
Never compromise
Calculated and conquered any and all oppositions that stood in their path
This is pre-ordained
I salute y’all
The God
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