AZ

AZ - Whatever Happened (The Birth) lyrics

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AZ:

Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean?  For all the niggas, in 

New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' 

changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real

(shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)



CHORUS:  [AZ]

Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' 

niggas keep they mind on ass

I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?



AZ: {Verse One}

You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen

We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things

Born & destined, hands on many investments

Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence

Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size

The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise

Detour, poverty zone, police war

Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more

Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner

Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner

Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace

Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate

Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive

Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit

To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone

We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone

600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it

Sex got drained from it

The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds

To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed



Partial Chorus: [AZ] {starts after need}

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?



RZA: {Verse Two}

Whips & full clips & pussy lips

Rubber grips attached to hips

Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura

Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva

Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'

God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden

And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches 

Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches

Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress

You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches

Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel

Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental

Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat

Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he

Left all he heard was the echo from the shot

Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock

Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses

New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red

More black lies done shed through

Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue

Boned out until we zone out, no doubt 

Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead

Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum

Nine months later comes the ovary explosion

Bitch you stupid?  A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it

When I reign the truth on your brain you muted

Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig

We addin' more knowledge to your wig



CHORUS



AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other}

(Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I 

mean?) Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain 

washed, you know what I'm sayin'?  Get ya muscle tendered & straight)

No doubt, no doubt

(Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?) 

The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is 

(Aight) Armageddon
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