Time to Answer AZ
"Time to Answer" by AZ, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-reflection, resilience, and the struggle for authenticity in a challenging world. The lyrics emphasize accountability and personal growth, showcasing AZ's intricate wordplay. The song features a smooth, jazzy instrumental backdrop, enhancing its introspective vibe. Its cultural impact lies in its celebration of lyrical depth in contemporary hip-hop.
[Intro]
I hear it all the time, "when the album comin'?"
They be thinkin' this shit happen overnight
Like, like I ain't been constantly puttin in work
Grindin', goin' hard, nobody givin' a fuck
They don't see family and friends on they flip shit
Niggas sneak dissin', then wanna come talk all in ya face like everything cool
Day ones not givin' a fuck, yaknahmean?!
Turnin' their back on you
Through it all, big and small, I stood tall...
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
[Verse 1]
Got props, my resume is impecc'
Pardon self, I be sparrin' for rec'
Steady mobbin', keep a foreign on deck
No messy Marvin, I ain't starvin' for sex
I'm different, out of sight, but I'm arms distance
Garments vintage, known rivals now non-existent
Pop pimp shit, praise, it's a part of my ways
Hardly aged, no greys, plus my barber can blaze
The flyest, since the 90s had niggaritis
Revenge is priceless, ya seekin' ya highness, I'm in his likeness
License, real or rights reserved, on chill
Spill at will, when I light my herb is build
Bigger checks for a big exec
I'm gettin' money, fuck who gettin' upset, I can't do it
Sucka shit, see right through it
Could never cuff a chick, I just get right to it, was taught well
I hear it all the time, "when the album comin'?"
They be thinkin' this shit happen overnight
Like, like I ain't been constantly puttin in work
Grindin', goin' hard, nobody givin' a fuck
They don't see family and friends on they flip shit
Niggas sneak dissin', then wanna come talk all in ya face like everything cool
Day ones not givin' a fuck, yaknahmean?!
Turnin' their back on you
Through it all, big and small, I stood tall...
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
[Verse 1]
Got props, my resume is impecc'
Pardon self, I be sparrin' for rec'
Steady mobbin', keep a foreign on deck
No messy Marvin, I ain't starvin' for sex
I'm different, out of sight, but I'm arms distance
Garments vintage, known rivals now non-existent
Pop pimp shit, praise, it's a part of my ways
Hardly aged, no greys, plus my barber can blaze
The flyest, since the 90s had niggaritis
Revenge is priceless, ya seekin' ya highness, I'm in his likeness
License, real or rights reserved, on chill
Spill at will, when I light my herb is build
Bigger checks for a big exec
I'm gettin' money, fuck who gettin' upset, I can't do it
Sucka shit, see right through it
Could never cuff a chick, I just get right to it, was taught well
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