Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rather Unique, artist - AZ. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: EMI, Legacy, Motown
Song language: English
Rather Unique |
| east New York, east New York |
| east New York, east New York |
| east New York, east New York |
| my man AZ to the fullest |
| Verse 1: AZ we was already loyal to people’s minds and mulianis |
| now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani |
| you can try to bomb me analyze but can’t define me my mind’s divine heavily entwined with Ghandi’s |
| far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through |
| cause my cerebral’s are more of a higher plane |
| than the Hebrews |
| my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions |
| overdosing wannabes posing |
| sending them through convulsions |
| to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn’t swallow |
| your mind’s boggled |
| but I’m as deep as Donald Goines novels |
| my whole persona’s kinda laid back like a recliner |
| and since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana |
| wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare |
| strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer |
| so where it all begins is here |
| destiny and me finally meet |
| so how can I be weak? |
| I’m rather unique |
| why, why, why I’m rather unique |
| why I’m rather unique |
| Verse 2: AZ my verbals rip shit |
| queens give birth to dwarfs and triplets |
| fuck it I’m on some flip shit |
| ready to let my clip spit, dramatical |
| vocals release shells like automatics |
| tho’music’s magical causing any tattles to be tragical |
| child, got a style sick as hell |
| sicker than sickle cell anemia |
| slaughter your story, gory like lukemia |
| filled with larceny, who want parts of me? |
| I’m vicious, mad malicious |
| cause it’s real on this road to riches |
| I got this mastered, other rappers’ll craft it weak and wicked camoflauged as killers |
| how they speak and kick it peep this uniqueness |
| nonbelievers I’m leaving speechless |
| left to chokers and skunk smoke |
| was coming through the speakers |
| surgically nice with any verbal device |
| trife, breathing life into mics |
| my insight’s beyond the twilight |
| so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat |
| techniques speak |
| I’m rather unique |
| chorus |
| Verse 3: AZ so it’s gonna take more than your astrologist |
| to knowledge this |
| a physiologist couldn’t even figure out the exoticness |
| raps demolishing certified the way I style it my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence |
| my culture’s smiling, getting more in depth with each breath |
| my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess |
| finesse, success through the life |
| stress mics I blessed |
| puffing trees to get me high as trapeze |
| flipping Japanese at ease when I’m stacking G’s |
| so let’s discuss, plus degrees |
| how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that’s lost |
| so don’t cross cause it’ll cost |
| the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor |
| moves be major |
| with unexplainable behavior |
| the word’s on the street so keep your ears to the concrete |
| chorus |