Video Throwback de Aasim 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aasim - Throwback Lyrics

[Intro: Diddy]
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'
Bad boy, bitch

[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 the best, so yes, you test, you rest 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
[Interlude: Diddy]
As we proceed
To give you bitches what you need
We, are, the supreme, the magnificent
Bad Boy, bitch

[Verse 2: Aasim]
Uh, uh, the pressure's physical, verses cynical
Last to be original, my violence is criminal
Curbs and local enforcements got hoods hysterical
Hah, hah, snitches is talkin' got niggas in federal
I'm a entrepreneur nigga, fresh from the sewer nigga
Back to the future nigga, my actions is ruthless
In a animal form I perform like a great white
And treat the stage like, apes in a cage fight
And ain't a cure for my raw '80s couture
Words pour as if I had a separated jaw
Bloods on my claws from wars, the stains is recent
As pain increases, I make you remain speechless
The teacher Aasim, I'm changin' direction
The game in a smash and your class is in session
The last of the real niggas, fuck how you feel, niggas
Come press your luck and get your dumb ass killed

[Interlude: Diddy]
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'
Bad boy, bitch
[Verse 3: Aasim]
U-uh, uh, my style is wild, my profile gorgeous
When I speak, my foul words come out so flawless
Benzes and Porsches, Civics and a Courser
Hah, hah, border school runaway rules like Norn
I'm a portion of the block where the heart beat stop
Cocaine spots get raided and niggas sprayin' them Glocks
Got a degree in Niggarism, but my vision is clear
I'm here for hungry disciples that live in despair
Even if the beat drop, I remain real
With a blank stare no fear shown I'm Tiananmen Square
First letter of the alphabet, you got a house I set
Fire to your empire, no remorse, I'm a force
What you thought you was, never came close to
Broke you down and exposed you, you're local
The Queens barbarian, Aasim for president
Microphone massacre, leader of a fellowship