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F-O-F, summer joint
DJ Extreme, Bizarre, Queens 12
Aasim, Revelation, Sam Son, Wise God
Who's about to set it for y'all like this, what?
To my Disciple numbers low in the back
Holdin' it down, y'all get up and react
When my crew yell 12, all y'all numbers react
Even shorties gotta act to this
Ayo, 12, react to this
I took the Staten Island ferry to bury my one
Now it's back to Desert Storm, where one gun make numbers run
Colossal, bait chasin' fish can taste my Jostle
New York's Aristotle, paint the world in a bottle
My motto for tomorrow is "Promise you gon' swallow
And blow a six's brains out until his head's hollow"
Deep throat me at the Apollo, fuck a dollar for lotto
Get two Phillies from Pablo, and go half on a hydro
Iller than Godzilla, realer than five killers
Cock back the nine milla, shine like God's pillars
Aasim Divine, my name's equivalent to prophets
Never modest, MCs wanna hold my styles hostage
South Sudan's catalystic, non-materialistic
Thugs statistics parallel my characteristics
Queens 12, my crew glow brighter than Con Edison
20 Years perfection and kill 'em like bad medicine
I heard cats from BX act wild and shit
Heavily involved in the foulest shit
Got a thing called Pun, tell him come around and shit
And bring any twin that's gon' be down with shit
'Cause you never know 'til a live round is spit
See, you only here 'til your number sounds and shit
I can see it now, watch how the flounders flip
If the water's too deep, you bound to drown and shit
This rap game's like a bank, everybody wanna knock it
But Wise had math withdrawals, no MC deposits
Make all you faggot-ass rappers exit the closet
Mindset like a comet, and nobody can stop it
The ending to my Genesis complete, catastrophic
The world through my eyes is bad cops and narcotics
My cock is gargantuan, don't you wanna rock it?
Your whole life's a constant lie, don't you wanna stop it?
I signed aloud when I was discovered like a topic
Moved through ghettos like hurricanes out in the tropics
Hope to sell fast like bootleggers with fake watches
Comp is secondary, just a fabricated promise
Yo, I don't like a lot of shit, yet you wanna pop it
Niggas won't get up off they ass, yet they wanna profit
You a dumb one, you analyze without the logic
I'm illy, non-believers need to ask Biggie
Sex is a beautiful thing, I'll give you good shit
Long dick, baby come on, let's get it on (This goes out to you)
Sex is a beautiful thing (This goes
Out to you), I'll give you good shit
Long dick, baby come on, let's get it on (This goes out to you)
Sex is a beautiful thing (This goes
Out to you), I'll give you good shit
Long dick, baby come on, let's get it on (This goes out to you)
Sex is a beautiful thing (You, you), I'll give you good shit
Long dick, baby come on, let's get it on (You)
Swing on my nuts like monkeys, my bananas stay chunky
My pubic hair's peasy, shorty wanna get lucky
Fuck me up in the buggy and work me just like a hussy
Pissy drunk off rummy got her talkin' like a dummy
My sex is spectac', make your backbone collapse
Scream, "Queens dick react, honey oil you spread on your lap"
Make you cum like the second rise of Christ, shit, I'm nice
Roll my nutsack all over your face just like dice
Yeah, Aasim Divine
Bringin' to you live, F-O-F '98 mixtape
What y'all gon' do now?
They want the real, we give 'em the real, what's the deal?
How you want it? Here's somethin' for my numbers to feel
All my numbers without whips, without record deals
And as long as it's real, they can eat a decent meal
I turn cyphers into parallelograms to my fellow man
I seldomly play the back to a mic in the track tonight
I'm like better than free pootie from three cuties
Unruly degree suits me and produces my stee'
Queens 1-2, run through any review
Preview, puffin' the herb like the Indians do
I'm next to veteran, better than many prescripted medicines
Haste, my name spells "legendary" in any letterin'
A to the X again, comma slash you faster than Mexicans
Aggressive and enterin' mentals with several sentences
A minute, take a deep breath and get up in it
Like Popeye, fuck the mic like pussy after my spinach
12 Percentage, sort of a menace to every gimmick
Many mimic the various lyrics out of my scrimmage
Just carbon copies, Xerox, sloppy miniature Aas'
It's processed, separate origin from imposters
I'm like a hundred Staten Island ones wildin', snatchin' medallions
My Queens' battalion fluent in beat from freestylin'
Fuck suits made by gay Italians, I'm genuine
If I can't get 12 in the club, I'm bringin' seven in
The disease for bein' broke has a brand new medicine
Queens' intelligence schemes got SWAT teams celibate
Get excited like hard nipples and wet punanis
Put more missin' bodies on TV than O.J. and Gotti, what?