Exactly.That entire album doesn't get the love it deserves.....hell AZ in general doesn't.
I haven't listened to the album in a minute. I initially slept on it Summer '02. During fall break of the same year, I revisited the album and was like . The production, the concepts, and the lyrics were all crazy. I was convinced that AZiatic was better than Blueprint. Great album.
Exactly.
Diff album, but why the FUKK wasn't this a full song.
I haven't listened to the album in a minute. I initially slept on it Summer '02. During fall break of the same year, I revisited the album and was like . The production, the concepts, and the lyrics were all crazy. I was convinced that AZiatic was better than Blueprint. Great album.
beat wise it was very much following the BP blueprint so to speak lol besides the drum sounds being a bit dated i think it stands up well these days
Loved this track. This too.
Slept on album.
Awww man, this song brought me back….I remember buying this album when it first came out. I would constantly play this song.
"Loving the game you gave me,
loving my name is AZ,
Never sold millions but fuk it,
I'm hea to sae the babies"
That "Gucci slippers who can diss us" line Jesus, I dont know, but that gives me chills. A is so smooth with it. Keep making music as long as can AZEast New York, Eighty-two, first Pumas navy blue
First wife Keisha Wilson with love, she was my baby boo
Crazy crew, paying dues, few of us made it through
Front window, Ms. Gladys, that was my favorite view
Hated school, never went, hookie was better spend
Right around the time the god Ra' spoke of dead presidents
Devilish ever since, seeking for hope
Needing some form of nourishment, it's eighty-eight
Skin starting to radiate, hair on my baby-face
Mama bear could see that I'm there, she finally gave me space
Change of pace moving quicker, consuming liquor
Humping upon some chicks p*ssy trying to undo her zipper
Gucci slippers who can diss us? 40 deuce movie pictures
What other way but poetically can I prove these scriptures?
Drugs sold 'em, cars rode 'em, guns near my scrotum
Got locked, got right out, gave what I owed 'em
Cried when they buried Will, killed 'Po killed Phil
Murdered Donald Jones, shot clip hit Bill
Prince in prison, damn, yeah I'm still living
I can see 'em up in heaven my nikka dance to the rhythm
God, show me another way, give me another day
Open the lane up so I can make these fukkers pay