Say New York City Aasim (Ft. Diddy)

[Part I]

[Intro: Diddy]
Bad Boy, bitch
One, two, one, two
In the place to be
As it is plain to see
We are, the crush groovin'
The body movin'
The record makin'
And the record breakin', ah

[Verse 1: Aasim]
My status imperial, milky cereal
Mass murder material that prisoners listen to
Words and vocals together'll paint you a visual
Hah, hah, follow the rhythm of a lyrical criminal
The wrath of madness, niggas call me Cassius
School of Hard Knocks is my address
The killer of mics, what I recite, get the media hype
So hah, hah, let me clear my windpipe device
It's thе best, so yes, you test, you rеst in peace
I bless the beat, finesse, address the streets
Got a TEC, a vest, a mic, a masterpiece
I write precise for chicks, I'm stabbin' 'em deep
And I'm past my pivotal, liquor's like a ritual
Intellect of a blimp still a savage when physical
Aasim is the dream, nigga, I reign supreme, nigga
On the mic, just to let off steam