Aziz - Power In Attention lyrics

[Verse 1: Aziz] This is my perspective You see, there's power in the dollar, but power is in attention You got power over your words, then maybe you'll hold a sentence Power to project who in your circle would protect you Who would you die for? n***a pay attention This is my show. I thank you for your admission I know the kitchen, cook up this uplifting so efficient I hold attention, the people listen So here go some preacher, some prophet, and some politician Step one: you can't mumble, and don't stumble Speak up. Don't be quiet, you fumbled in the cipher Gotta come back behind steel bars like a lifer Not all sweet, put thorns in your berries like Eliza High flyer-rhymer, young Tutankhamun rhymer Pay attention, when you in the cipher I see a significant difference between gangster and fables I've been around enough G's to know one They listen, they know son go off like a show gun Cracked bat, home run, PSA attention You spit, nobody listens And that's the difference I'm a magician when I'm politicking, twisting Try and stop cyclones Yeah, they're so Popeye Jones And their ears are getting bigger, you so Popeye's chicken Chicken's eyes pop at potential Popeye's spinach Pay attention and listen Working hard as a genius I won't just sit here dropping knowledge for no reason I'm not wasting my breathe, so I'm leaving, on me To off-time lame rappers please quit, on three How bad can New Hampshire be if it produced me? I'm Aziz. Who's he? He's the ‘A' then the zig-zag ‘I' and then the zig-zag Jengsala clique rap Blow the joint up like a zig-zag Give me your attention You f** with it? Ha Then tell me and my n***as I should probably win the Nobel Peace, and Pulitzer Paint pictures Perfect images of thoughtful penmanship Akin to novels Hopefully it's enough to hold attention I'll tell u why I'm different I've been at this for a minute This didn't pop out the blue, like my rap career Cripping Beyond my years, 9 year old, little dude ripping Beyond my peers always gifted with the Gift of Gab I guess I see why they say I sound like that n***a Fab I mean, I had the chipped tooth and that's compliment and all But I'm Aziz Drive my lane like I'm bouncing with the ball Rap is alcohol, got a couple Alch-ies in the hall They're bouncing off the walls Give me your motherf**ing attention Only way that I'ma fall is if the month is October Intoxicating words, under 21 is not sober Leave a stain like your brain was the carpet, and red wines what I knocked over Open doors just like a lock smith Put n***as on like my snap back My moods go up and down like my tube socks I need family I should call my pops over, he from Senegal that's the roots My mother was born and raised in Germany to boot Ya ganow danke shun, racing on the Autobon Got 100 first cousins I'ma put all em on I'll be out in Delaware wit Solomon, tag along Last thing I'ma be is ignorant, uninformed As an artist it's like, “What I wanna draw?” A Hundred bars? You could provoke a n***a til a gun will draw Word wars A little co*ky but I stay humbled more I want to tour Our lives will change once I catch the right persons attention If hip-hop is crack this is my verbal intervention I'll never conform and wear a lames uniform Surround myself with positive and pray success will match it Yeah My news feed said there are 10 new rappers I have never seen them rapping f**, I need action. f** Let me hear your freestyles Let's me see you hold another n***a's attention with your personal style Let's see if you stay in pocket, flow confident and versatile I want verses for a while about the sneakers that I'm wearing I'll stand on your verses like your verse was made of tiles I'm the game's latest child Last verse I murked is in hearse, but somehow there's still a casket floating the Nile I hold attention no denial I flow marathons Brim low iTunes. Brim low Amazon MAC. Sign us Labels, dotted line us Coke lines, everybody knows (nose) like sinus They pay (ATTENTION). If you listen you're going to like us If you're fresh as a Stride, I'll chew you up like five gum A salaam aluyakum. wa alaykum a salaam La ilaha lll Allah and Muhammad was his prophet I believe it I'm the one, I was built for this position Not for gluttony, but just to keep something on the table I gotta get the shrubbery, Anne of green gables Man, Aziz is able Locked loaded for the millions White, black, purple, yellow, green people feeling this Man My friends in the family Our hearts are in the handshake I use my hands to write, if you dap me watch hand break If you use your hands to fight, you better make a n***a pancake I'm about love and good vibes, with some other good guys And some other hood guys Know-my-mother good guys Late night I be on that pa** the rubbers good night This generations parents got some cake like they should, right? Is it wrong if they did right? Should I transform into King Kong or Suge Knight Or should I deliver truth and honesty to hold the crowds (ATTENTION) I can mold my mouth and sentence it to life behind a mic I'll do techno, rock, rap if it sounds to me right We all know a lame when we see one Y'all could be millionaires like I'ma be if you believed you could be one n***a, give me your attention Aziz