[Talking]
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance
Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords
No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade
And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered
But this here started before the womb
And will not end after the grave
Y'all can't disturb me

[Verse One]
Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane
Officially, I remain the Ripleys of the game
Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot
From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block
No rehearsal, nothing's controversial
Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you
I know death, I was there when souls left
Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh
It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser
Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter
The raps Derek Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer
Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seaters
It's either; move accordin' or, lose an organ
It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya
Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to
King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this
[Hook x2]
If you, If you really you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

[Verse Two]
I done did the ostrich, the gators, silver foxes
Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious
Wore pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars
What other motherfucker y'all can call hotter
Street affilly, sweet swisher, switched from Philly
To so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun
Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me
Respect I'm so 'N Sync, I could sex Britney
Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylist
They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish
I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it
Consider, I'm as soulful as Howard Hewett
Sos' the don, so seductive overdose you with charm
Paranoid, sort of, so please approach me calm
Clothes and money, hydra, hoes among me
Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me

[Hook x2]

[Verse Three]
Although it's all music, at times we misuse it
Confuse it, like we back on the block suited
Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin'
You still a student I spit twirling tricks with a toothpick
Taught your teacher, I'm the source for seekers
Resurrected like Christ off the cross on Easter
Zone excessive, seven different home addresses
So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive
I, earned my title, I learned survival
Self made, never too concerned with idols
The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun
So all competition is none, get ya guns
[Hook x2]

Nobody, doing it better than AZ