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WE BACK
HOOK
WE BACK, BACK WITH ANOTHER OVERDOSE OF BOOM BAP
TRACKS THAT WILL BLOW YOUR STEREO IN 2, JACK
ALWAYS CREATE WITH THE TOOLS YOU FOOLS LACK
REMINDER TO THE WHOLE WORLD THAT WE BACK x 2
(Underneath 2nd part of hook):
We stay on our grind so that each time you need some rhymes
We be inclined to bring those lines that get your mind to climb
To a brand new paradigm
Learic:
As I begin my story, it’s like I’m takin’ inventory
Blinded by a myth of glory that’s designed to reassure me
And on solid ground I’m walkin’
That’s no hollow sound, I’m talkin’
Down to rock a crowd as often as Dracula does a coffin
Practicin’ what I’m squawkin’ plus accuracy’s important
So I attack with the athletic capacity of Jordan
Put you in a mental prison where His Majesty’s the warden
Make you prove yourself daily as a way to ease the boredom
Chasin’ dreams of stardom, make sure they not fallin’ like leaves in the autumn
Frequently feedin’ off knowledge from that tree in the garden
AZT’ll be chartin’, that’s the reason we started
I spoke to Moses, you can see that those seas have been parted
Won’t quit sparkin’ until we truly regarded
As two of this century’s most influential musical artists
A blessing was bestowed upon us, that’s what keeps these poets honest
We back again, no accident, we just keepin’ our promise
HOOK
PRO:
Fast and focused / burnin’ whole stacks of notebooks
To the ash / in a flash / when I hold that which wrote this
I toe tag opponents / who’s shows lack components
Necessary to inspire PRO’s knack to own it
An old fashioned poet / who goes past emotions
Jabbin’ at your soul / ’til your globe has been molded
My whole path was chosen / arose as a showman
Rapper slash flow addict / no added post script
I do this for the rich / middle class / and the broke kids
But hate those who claim poor / in dad’s automotive
I never had it too tough / the fam was supportive
Been glad for every moment / now I’m back to control it
I wrote it to be quoted with an overdose of ’OH SHIT!’
Amongst the folks who listen close to every vocal spoken
MPC serial killer without a motive
Just murder what you cook up / then look up and I’m reloadin’
CHORUS
PRO
Practice puttin’ paragraphs together properly
Possibly paintin’ PR’s / on people’s precious property
Poundin’ Paps 12-packs back / with no apologies
Packed pottery is not for P / is my philosophy
Passengers, please put applause on pause
PRO needs payments / to support my pit bull’s paws
I’ll pick apart a rapper’s passages / pass it thru PRO’s analysis
Trash it, cause it’s plastic / giving passer’s-by paralysis
Learic’s 2nd Verse:
Long as I’m livin’ there’ll be lessons to learn
Loaded with logical landmines so you understand lines
Lovin’ the life of a lyricist, deliver words
Laser-guided language locatin’ listeners
Losers who label us get laughed at
But do we want a label to have us run in circles like a lab rat?
Lost like John Locke? You get your legs back
A seat in luxury’s lap’s the only thing we lack
LETTIN’ YOU KNOW ft One Be Lo
Learic:
It’s a fact these raps explode on contact
That crew from Vermont’s back with beautifully-drawn tracks
That raw wax that’s got cats’ attention like a car crash
Keepin’ songs stacked like ball caps on mall racks
You pay a small tax sort of like a hall pass
In order to walk past, tap into this broadcast
Applaud fast over beats crisp as hard cash
Move across paths like runnin’ a hundred yard dash
It’s a bomb blast whether we open or on last
We got ways of keepin’ you connected like Comcast
Hands up like a fall class, stand up to the top brass
Make it sound official like badges that cops flash
Everyone’s on this mission to save hip-hop’s ass
But with rookies of our caliber, how could it not last?
Move our jaws fast so that we go in the top draft
Get your pint glass, this flow’ll always be on tap
PRO:
I ease my stress / by beating rhyme schemes to death
inspiration comes cheap / with these beats we get
not concerned with a local scene / I’m east and west
a truly blessed lyricist / that breaths success
I do love her / but hip hop’s got me G’s in debt
put my money where my mouth is / and ain’t seen a cent
still i never lose sleep over cheap brunettes
too many sets to practice / and CDs to press
i need progress / feel it when you read my text
on a mission like Mike D / trying to free Tibet
only my quest is MC / with unique finesse
busy trying to be the best / yes, i’m speech obsessed
ain’t never gone a week where I don’t seem depressed
(so I) dream to keep from leapin’ to a peaceful
all your checks can’t purchase the skill that we posses
Dawn of the Dead type flex that’ll eat through flesh, YES!
KEEPIN’ IT LIVE
well that’s me / there be no introduction needed
because of the transition that’s intrinsic in the LEARIC
build it and we’ll kill it / the beats of course
we’re not murderers and villains / which fiends endorse
inkin’ the page / twist and throw the tip in the flame
listen to other’s rip / and get addicted again
thinking I may / quit by the end of the day
by i could never leave hearin’ my friend and’em say
through all the different cities we’ve been able to touch
with stages set up / for us to be blazin’em up
they know we keep it live / like a patient with luck
the day they get up / and move cause we be makin’em jump
plenty are amazed when we put it on a record
while a handful say, ’don’t bother to check it’
but i’m not disrespected, so save your breath
we’re gonna keep makin’ albums ’til our days of death
suspenseful, sittin on the edge of your chair
(and why’s that?) tryin’ to guess the sentence finished right there
but you’re never going to figure our / this mind that I can’t live without
just think it up and spit it out / then run and tell your kids about
a motivated operant / with gold related oxygen
in motorcades through Boston and back home again to rock for friends
COULDN’T STAND THE PAIN
Learic:
I’ll tell you what, I grew up a little hip-hop fiend
With big-time dreams of writin bout the things I’ve seen
Now here I be with Mr. P
Life is lookin’ less like a mystery
Reduced stress, no longer got kids to teach
But the tunes stay fresh, still got kids to reach
Over these here beats, enhancin’ our speech
So please let loose and dance with loud feet
Don’t think this is us reaching our peak
There’s so much more to say, life changes each week
I aim to seek peace but lately these freaks
Complicate the scene and hate with cheap beef
But all that does is just make me retreat
Back to the lab to blaze some more heat
Take an average concept and make it unique
We’re breakin’ down this text from A to Z
Take a second, read the name: it’s plain to see
It’s personally my way to free the pain in me
So every day I need to work every page I read
And face I meet into every phrase I speak
That’s my way of keepin’ it real, cliché indeed
I’m like a journalist on this G-L-O-B-E
My pen records every single thing I see
So if I never plant a seed, this is how I’ll leave my legacy
PRO
fuck a 9 to 5 / i be workin 8 (am) to 3 (am)
fall asleep for 4 hours / wake and chase this dream
lived in a notebook since (age) 13 lacin beats
only back then it was rappin bout baseball cleats
15 love / 16 drugs / 18 thugs / 20, all of the above
while some where giving up saying, ’music is dumb’
this shit was vital to me / like moving my lungs
i walk the street like my feet stay looping the drums
mind speeds a mile a minute vividly when I run
the fun was lost years ago / recording the tracks
while pouring’em back / and my organs collapsed
acknowledged the facts / sat and harnessed these raps
stayed polished through college by performing at frats
it’s 3:30 in the morning and i’m losing my voice
ain’t no man alive who choose this occupation by choice
and for every tear / a work appears / to capture the moment
it’s got me fucking up my memories / when ass holes misquote it
passionate poet / each paragraph crafted and molded
seems is would be a waste if they stayed trapped in my dome, don’t it?
still most of my thoughts are collecting dust
being silenced and hushed / hidden in desks and stuff
next time you hear Pro and think, ’I don’t like that"
remember these words were penned with pain,
and give me my life back!
PAY ATTENTION
Hook:
Pay attention when the beat is on
’Cause you know we don’t stop till the break of the dawn
In the car, headphones, or the back of the jam
To the ones playin’ the wall or those clappin’ their hands
Step Back! If the speaker’s too loud you cant get near it
Step Up! If the speaker’s too low you gotta hear it
So no matter where you are or where you ’bout to be
It’s guaranteed you’ll be listening to AZT
(Learic) Me? I be travelin’ far as Saturn and Mars
To balance these bars so we can challenge your jaws
(Pro) Me? I be impressin’ these crowds / with venomous styles
we been underground until the treasure was found
(We) Keep it tighter than most (While other writers are jokes)
That we try to provoke (To feed that fire they stoke)
(Pro) Everyone’s best friend’s best friend is better than us
So why we even make music?
(Learic) ’Cause you never can trust
What these so-called veterans bust out of their elephant tusks
(Pro)They never said nothing much / (That’s true)
while others are fast food / we be the main course
(Learic) Everything’s natural
The ref’ll get paid off, why even harass you?
You’d hire our producers for the beat to write back to
(Pro) No-one do it Nast do, do it like Dub do
Do it like Az do, think different then ( ) you !
HOOK
Learic:
This fortuneteller kicks lyrics that’s more developed
Than thousand-year old relics you found in your cold cellar
I’m Mo Betta like Denzel, I been that way since 12
Check the three letters my pen spell
I’m the intelligent type ladies and gentlemen like
You don’t rap, your mouth fell on the mic
I bring hell to your life if you ain’t tellin’ it right
Yo, we ain’t got no albums? What’d I sell to your wife?
Blackbelts get nervous when these tracks melt the surface
Trappin’ myself in verses then hatch when the beat emerges
The needle surges to our record like a meter to a ticket
So you need to hurry and check it before you get evicted
From this rhythmatic House of Hip-Hop
Our shit is more cinematic than Alfred Hitchcock
We on some shit-talk plus spots we just rock
So how could you respond when these songs is this hot?
HOOK
PRO
my skill’s evident / plus my will’s endless
burry this here / ten years / it’s still relevant
i thrill residents allowing me time
if you ain’t gettin it / it’s definite, you outta your mind
I’m not saying i’m fly / but when i walk in the sky
i got these astronauts looking up high
hook, sinker and line / you’re addicted to mine
picture each line vivid / even if your vision is blind
from log cabins in mall fashions i’m forecasting
we’re storming the globe / but do it in small fractions
CD sales sky rocket to 10
by my friend lost it / and had to cop it again (that’s 20)
in summary, damn near every place that we are
these amazed faces say that we’re raising the bar
so myspace cadets out gazing for stars
check our tour dates / cause some day / we’re playing on Mars
BLUES & JAZZ
PRO
why do we do it? knowing this a lottery movement
A lot of cats go broke before deposit recouping
that stardom illusion / got us turning closets to booths and
purchasing MPC’s so we can start with producing
next we hit that street grind / shopping that new gem
while some hit their PC grind / blogging their two cents
expecting to be met with sounds of awwwwing and ooooowing
but 99 percent are met with mockin’ and booin’
with all the jaws movin’ / from Harlem to Houston
rapper’s dropping CDs like constant pollution
Illmatic’s the bench mark to earn a spot in my room, man
so why rush an album to be garbage my broom swept?
acknowledge this group’s depth / we’re bonded with 2 breaths
causing problems for novices lost in this music
so, go home and work harder to polish a new set
but for now don’t bother cause our products is too sick
Learic:
Masters of music, second album drastic improvement
Craftin’ blueprints to construct this immaculate movement (Prove it)
Pads’ll get ruined long as this madness is brewing
The future’s vast and elusive, that’s why your sadness is stewin’
We movin’ past the confusion to give these bastards a bruisin’
Leavin’ massive contusions on most of the raps they producin’
There’s classics ensuin’ from this laboratory we usin’
To cook a batch of the new shit, unravelin’ true scripts
To classes of students that’s askin’ what truth is
A nap and a few flicks and it’s back to the booth, kids
I’m rabid and ruthless, it’s savage when dude spits
So don’t get mad when half of your crew quits
It’s time to teach Roger Rabbit some new Trix
Get him to kick his habit and get back to that Blues shit
Jazz on that smooth tip, attach it and you get
A taste of this brand new track we introducin’
Learic
As we return, that rap tradition remain
Spontaneous like a jazz musician was playin’
To MC’s who only use a fifth of their brain
If you’re blinded by the shine of that particular chain
Pro
You need to stick to the page / and set your written’s ablaze
so they can keep folks entertained / in cd players for days,
or weeks, months and years / with beats, drums and snares
that keep on elevatin’ with each one you hear
Learic
So please come prepared to get down to business, friend
When we on the air the whole town is listenin’
Control our careers with the soundest discipline
Hold it down for years with our mouths as instruments
Pro
our styles as elegant / as sounds of Ellington
never come with less / cause we value excellence
profound intelligence / resounding sentiments
crowds say we’re the best / plus a thousand synonyms
ADVENTURES OF...
Learic:
Stepped in off of the cruel street rollin’ two deep
On that smooth creep, walkin’ like we on a blue streak
’Cause our new CD is movin’ like P3’s
We roll with complete ease to the bar to get drinks for free
That’s the love they show
They’ve seen us live, they love the show
Jokin’ round with us like "Which one is Pro?"
That’s funny yo
Wish I was at that other type of bar, you know the one with poles
But due to a lack of cash flow this was the one we chose
Outside was snow and cold, the door they keep it closed
The waitress slowly approaches, says "Can I bum a smoke?"
I look at Pro but we both quit a year ago
But I fear if I say no, she’ll just walk away so
I take her by the elbow and say "Well, hon
I don’t but what do you say we both go find one"
Pro shoots me a look as if to say "Fine, son
Have your fun but make sure you’re ready when the time come"
Hook: Get yourself into something tonight
Buy a bottle, fill a cup with some ice
It’s like Whoa, someone hand me a mic
This beat is bound to get murdered by the end of the night
PRO
playin’ the wall like i got drugs / learic’s at the bar ’cause
the waitress is hotness! / wasted and topless
my sway had to stop cause the bass was obnoxious
moved to the couch / sat patient and watch as...
this big dude entered / the center of most attention
getting no medal detection / let him go without a question
headin’ straight in the direction of the V I P section
most been stressin’ / since he stepped in / cause they knew he had a weapon
I asked, "what is he named?’ / somebody told me,
’E Train, notorious for DJin’ spent time upstate for beat breaks’
decided to be brave, rose to my feet
that when i seen him pull out a loaded MPC
he hit the pad / folks hit the floor
created madness towards the door
while learic went off the top / to shield the crowd, it started war!
MCs dying all around us / i screamed,
’go get the car, i’ll spar with him for a minute, but need a pen to kill him off!’
HOOK
(Pro) Battled on my last breath, the drum track wowed me
Knew I had to muscle dude / to the back alley
I hit him with a cliché / he hit me with a high hat
(Learic) I showed up in the nick of time to catch him with a fly rap
Made contact, you could call it combat
Passed Pro a pencil
(Pro) Caught it, I’m on that
Writin’ furiously, hurryin’ while Learic keeps him busy
(Learic) Jabbin’ at the horns while he roars like a freakin’ grizzly
(Pro) It was lookin’ like E was ’bout to be defeated simply
(Learic) Till he grabbed the Motif, started playin’ its keys so swiftly
We’d been forewarned that trying to ride his beat was risky
(Pro) He’s a warlord of guitar sounds that keep you tipsy
(Learic) Intoxicating listeners with musical genius
(Pro) It’s hard to break a beat apart that’s fluid and seamless
I’m bruised up and speechless plus Look, dawg: I’m bleedin’
(Learic) Stay cool, they call this here a hook for a reason
Outro:
(Pro) What can I say, that’s every day as Learic and Pro
’Cause they ain’t your average round-the-way superheroes
(Learic) If you wanna stay in the know then just be sure
To tune into the next episode
ROLL CALL
Learic: (Intro) I’d like to introduce myself
On the mic I go by the name of….
Learical mastermind, the way we craftin’ rhymes
It’s more than just a way to pass the time
I graph my lines to magnetize your mind and grab the prize
Rappers tellin’ savage lies
For which they have no alibis or half-hearted battle cries
Look at this as an opportunity to strategize
Hook up with two or three people in your community
Form a crew and see if you can do what we do to beats
Look through the street, see if you can find a music sheet
To duplicate the sound that our producers use to move your feet
Question of the week, can you compete?
Your reply’s inaudible but the question was rhetorical
So when the oracle speaks
I find myself in Delphi like I transported to Greece
A metaphorical beast, that ain’t a figure of speech
I teach classes in literacy
Roll Call!
THEY CALL ME PRO!
Love it or hate it i’m more creative
then most of this generation claimin’ so innovative
i’m on stages...
burnin’em down ’til the crowd experiences smoke inhalation
we got’em weazin’ and faintin / they gaspin’
keep the verses trapped in my own mind
our product is so dope / they tappin’ my phone lines
goals gettin’ closer with each pass of a road sign
exposin’ the globe to our ravenous show-side
Imagine, two of the hungriest cats you ever saw
chewin’ on your face / and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a metaphor
click full of cyborgs / spit with a metal jaw
lung capacity could blow a brick house to level floors
tremendous force / not the type that’s ever week
settle beef / with clever speech / hardly ever let’em breath
Nike leather sneaks / white T’s the visual
i know who I am / but wonderin’, who is you? roll call!
ALL I SEE ft Memms
PRO
Take a walk through this small town / lost in the fog now
it’s hard to look around / with marks of a war ground
from polished and law-bound / to store fronts that fall down
the college and bar sounds / are hushed by our mourns now
some loving less small child’s abducted by moms now
who’s husband has gone wild / left blood on her eyebrow
this troublesome mind found / that when he could lay down
there’s slugs on his mind... literally slugs on his mind (pow)
then heroin and nine sparks / come settle in our side walks
that Eminem / T.I. talk / has never been on my block
i’m telling what my eye caught / while reading the press it...
leaves the impression / when you leave for the exits
that you need protection / to be protected
or you’ll be subjected / to cruelty with weapons
suburbia’s innocence was permanent as ignorance
’til Burlington’s ambivalence / turned murderer’s and fingerprints
HOOK
Learic:
The youth in a daze, what happened to the way we was raised?
It’s much more than just movies, music and video games
Violent headlines continue to litter the page
Of every newspaper but reasons they stay hidden away
No-one tries to find the motive for why this one guy exploded
Grabbed a gun that’s fully loaded that he never should’ve toted
Woe is me you say, you clutch your rosary and pray
It ain’t enough to just feed your seed and call it day, OK?
There’s responsibilities to consider
If he’d been shown more love as a kid would he of did what he did?
I can’t honestly tell you, but I hope this song compels you
To explore the thin line residing between Riker’s and Bellevue
This quiet town was wracked with violent sounds
No longer silent now, let’s take a solemn vow
That we’ll all reflect upon this recent disaster
’Cause understanding makes the bleeding heal faster
HOOK
PRO
The local youth struggle with delusions of ghetto
thinkin, using their metal / will prove their potential
to the dudes who rebel through / parents, who want to help you
ask yourself if you’ve watched too much Juice (the movie) in your bedroom
the music i sell you / is truthfully level
to the atmosphere , I fear, is tryin’ to move to South Central
quit abusin’ your pencils / with your polluted mentals
look around, then at yourself, and ask, who you resemble?
Learic 2nd Verse:
It’s killin’ me, life’s unpredictability
One second folks are laughin’
Next minute they’re chillin’ in eternity
Turn to myself internally, wonder aloud verbally
What would ever motivate me to murder another human being?
Left numb by the news coming through the screen
If I was deaf and dumb, my eyes would still be seeing
Are good times a relic in a museum?
Or are we capable of finding the courage to conquer demons?
"Move into Position"
PRO
I raise some eyebrows / with laser rhyme-styles
Cooking up each verse / so you can taste what I’m ’bout
The pace of my style / will wave goodbye now
Rapper’s playing catch-up / best to take a time-out
My phrase a wise owl / each page a hide – out
For me to run away and escape at lights out
Remember the day a mic paved my life style
By seein’ the way / all the greats would hype crowds
I’m in a scene where the dream is more cash
Get yours fast! / cause these rappers change with the forecast
Pro’s gonna attract the whole map of formats
From hardcore to classical / hard to ignore that
Cause we’re so def! / with every breath!
There’s people ’round the world who scream for AZTEXT
Hopin’ that we’ll resurrect lyrics with purpose
They exists; ’Haven’t You Heard?’, our first disc (?)
Hook: Can you dig it when we lay it down? Yes
Do you like it when we make it sound fresh?
Are you steady rockin’ with the Aztext? Yes
Soldiers, move into position now
Learic: Let these words tap your cranium
Dope raps explainin’ ’em
Coke Classics drainin’ ’em
Your vocab’s insanely thin so hold back your stainless grin
We’ll get famous in the time it takes you to shave your chin
Wanted to resurrect Big but I’m diggin’ and I can’t find what grave he’s in
Guess I’ll take it then
Damn near break my pen in an effort to illustrate the latest gems
This is the Zen Guide to Freestyle Maintenance
Until the end I’m a keep on makin’ hits
I fill a pen with some ink till my brain reacts
Kill again, what, you think I won’t slay this track?
Take a nap, matter fact play this back
At the next party that you and your friends be at
Thank Dub, he made the instrumental crack
We just formulate our flows and commence to rap
"Life of an MC"
Intro: (Learic) I wish I had the world in my palm
A fat stack in my pocket and a girl on my arm
(Pro) I wish I had a private jet
To fly me to the beach, no time for stress
(Learic) But the real world keeps my feet sewn to the ground
The daily routine be slowin’ me down
(Pro) I found, keeping my head up in the clouds
Is a quick and easy way for me to get out
(Learic) With an angry landlord and a boss to match
It’s hard to get a call when your phone got smashed
(Pro) It’s hard to stay awake when you been up all night
If you’re an MC too, you understand me, right?
Learic:
Yeah, this is the life of an MC
Someday I’ll ask my girl to be the wife of an MC
But the same moment that I propose marriage
She’ll have to know these rhymes and flows my soul cherish
It’s something my kids is supposed to inherit
So when Learic becomes a parent, that shit’ll become apparent
But presently my days are spent with a razor’s edge
Like a blade of lead sharp enough to shave your head
Forcing you to focus on your fate instead
Not that part-time job where you make your bread
’Cause I’d rather eat mics and beats
And write the unique type of speech to get you hype for weeks
Sure it’d be nice to have a house on the beach
And get served coconut drinks by bikini-clad freaks
But that just ain’t my reality, friend
By the time I get my check, half of my salary’s spent
So tell me: What happened to all the hours I spent?
Oh yeah! That all went to the power and rent
Now that type of shit straight devours my sense (cents)
I looked at it all from sides and I still ain’t convinced
It’s got me feelin’ like Jekyll and Hyde
I got my job and my dream on my left and my right
So when crowds disappear at the end of the night
Know that this is what consists of an MC’s life
PRO
I leave my house in a shirt and tie / feeling worthless I
Arrive at my cubicle / sit and curse the sky
8:45(am) turns to lunch at a burger shop
time to burn the clock ’til 5(pm) on the dot…
…Let the dog out / grab myself a Heineken beer
surf the ’net to check if there’s any leads to persevere
never really know what I be hoping to hear
hopefully some shit to have my ass on tour for a year
call my girls explaining that the night’s devoted to the fellas
I know these accapellas tend to make her so jealous
Never on some grabbing phone numbers after shows settle
More ’bout the time spent perfecting flow measures
There’s two different types of nights when married to a mic device
One’s spent in studios / writin’ and receiptin’ life
With your homeboi’s / while they’re lightin’ pipes of dynamite
Overdubs, reacts / WAIT! Make sure the timing’s right
Evening’s of a show / always seeming real slow …
At work daydreamin, ’Better Act Like You Know!’
Will fans leave fiendin or react to us poor?
Will the gas for the show cover the gas for the road?
It goes, sound check at 8, show starts at 10
Nights ending late / roll into bed
See, people always think that rappers glitter in gold
But almost every one I know, is no different the most
"East Coast Air" feat. Double AB & Rich Mo
PRO
30 (degrees) below / this dirty cold got me freezing my ass off
A fiend who gathers steam / cause I feed off your trash talk
It’s mean / give your soul 3 weeks ’til it’s casts off
Shatter glass jaws / like Wii controllers through plasmas
I’m half-buzzed / whether on stage or at my job site
Hat cocked / back drop’s a crew looking mob-like
Hardly the hard type / but rip a beat all night
And smoke you like Marb Lights / our show is a bar fight
Rhymes is all snipe / the result is gruesome
Mind is a vault in which these thoughts are fusin’
Favorite rapper unknown / too many to chose from
But I’ll never stop writing / because then I’ll lose one!
Learic:
Each new track is like a clean slate to start from
To make the beat shake and tear apart drums
Shit to make your heart numb
Flow so cold ice’ll invade your nostrils
You wouldn’t have a chance if all 12 apostles were singing gospel
We bring hostile grammar to make you stop and stammer
No fame, just our name written across a banner
Toss your camera, we’re allergic to photographs
With no verbal handicaps we’re murderin’ phony raps
This is off-the-hook, there’s no way you can call us back
Hearin’ this is equivalent to having a heart attack
So don’t stop what you do but rather than give props to your crew
I’m reserving you an emergency hospital room
"Our Kingdom" feat. Mac Lethal
PRO
I sit atop a mountain of old classics / it’s so tragic
Most have turned ghosts / through political caskets
I inhabit, a world who’s habits savagely slash
Any passion you have, in half, and ask for it back
In the form of a track / or any talent you have
Being managed by Prozac to hold back your sad
Ridalyn for happy / making (emotional) inches of valleys
They listen and harass me / send prescriptions in to catch me
I’m cache / on a mountain, sitting so high
Big L with red eye sight just strolled by
I Watch MTV as camouflage,
And make my way to the surface / with Nike’s and Bandanas on
Another tag along / with a catchy dance and battle song
Hoping my influence soon catches on
Grab a magic wand / tell the zombies, ’turn and pass my passage on’
’til my voice becomes a hand / moving plastic Pawns
now that my castles strong / due to moderns sorcery
I hand unique thoughts to all those who supported me
Some left disgusted / when their taste changed enormously
Other’s started yelling for a war against conformity
I led the charge / by writing verses honestly,
"I watch cartoons. You’re gun shit ain’t a part of me"
which inspired other individual artistry
and I was crowned king, for killing mediocrity
it’s us, the kings.
Learic:
I’m just an earthling but ever since that birth thing
The words I bring have got fans thirsting for this verse king
First ring of the bell put these kids in a spell
Do it well like LL or that dude who had a Story to Tell
Battles get gory as hell, vendors with glory to sell
Beneath the surface, that’s where all the rawest warriors dwell
There’s more to explore at the core of my shell
Got you feelin’ like Cinderell at a quarter to twelve
(Pray tell) What would compel you to gamble with loaded dice?
Leave your whole camp in shambles by planting explosive mics
Clear the rubble, this troublesome trio does harm
Three Fugitives blame it all on a man with one arm
Towerin’ over a crowd in a courtyard
This poor bard performs for bored guards who work hard to absorb art
My best concepts stay hidden like report cards with all F’s
Take a wrong step and end up where the doors are
Be on the lookout for three written verses
That pose more of a threat than Egyptian curses
The slot machine reads three sixes, you need stitches
They can’t believe I’m still here like Keith Richards
A little dose of old school might save ya
Aztext and Mac Leth, the latest Kool-Aid flavor
Add Dub and E-Train and we reign supreme
An amazing team accurate as laser beams
You could say it’s us, the kings
"Looking Out My Window"
Hook: Looking out my window
The day turns whichever way the wind blow
Tryin’ to make a fast-paced world spin slow
Problem is that we have no control, it’s so
Hard to predict the future when you
Have no idea what’s true
Every window has its own view
So don’t confuse perspective with truth
PRO
I see, people mistreated for no reason, just being
A typical weekend / the following evening it’s bleeding
The peaceful are weakened / as long as the evil is breeding
MCs are competing / leading to fierce disagreements
It used to be speaking / now it’s straight jewelry thieving
I sleep with an Easton / cause somebody’s usually beefing
So crews form allegiance, talk shit, but do it in sheepskin
The truth be a secret / confused in this B* shit
Lately I’m too busy to make moves on the 16 tip
Apologize for those who misread it / as proof I’m conceded
When really it’s defeated by political musical dealings
The tunes lost they feelings…
There’s too many preaching / I’m through with believing
We chose different routes / to get food fit for eating
It’s gloom that we’re breathing / consumed by these deamons
Keep your window clean of the view is misleading…
HOOK
Learic:
My mind’s feelin’ like it’s weighed-down with sandbags
Stress tellin’ me success I can’t have
It’s a fact, this gift, it wasn’t hand-wrapped
Assembly is required, it’s on the damn tag
So now we set it on fire to make your hands clap
I ain’t concerned if my shoes, shirt and pants match
I play the course with no loss, avoiding sand traps
Take the time to check our site, hitting fans back
This train of thought was not brought to you by Amtrak
Your brain is taught with a philosophy of Az rap
Cats waitin’ for our stock to fall like it was Nasdaq
But days of lookin’ over our shoulders, we past that
Through open windows I hear footsteps of fast rats
Who don’t deserve the credit yet expect cash back
A stack of vocab words their notepads lack
We ride that line between the simple and the abstract
HOOK
Learic 2nd Verse:
Livin’ on this planet E, I wish that it was panic-free
I can’t stand to see the way it changes randomly
And everything you plan to be is questioned by humanity
That’s why you need your friends and family
To tell you that your dreams ain’t fantasy
There’s no limits to what you can achieve
Not to sound preachy but I stand by damn beliefs
End of the session, ask the question and the answer speaks
PRO
I don’t know your story / you don’t know mine either
Except for what I verbalize through two fine speakers
We all mind readers / judging each other
Concerned about losing that street cred when hugging your mother, I’m not.
I’m just your average dude / relaxing cracking a brew
To classic tracks / cut and scratch by (dj) Babu
With my brothers, Big Kat and Learic, packed in a room
Capture your mood, as snap-shots, and pass’em to you
(that’s what we do)
HOOK
HAVEN’T YOU HEARD?
IT’S TRUE
As a youngster, Astros fitted / Cocked to the side
Rocking’ Canadiens jerseys / With a walkman to vibe
Writin’ rhymes / idolizin’ Nas / Crossin’ our lines
On some shit like, / "one day this’ll sound like mine"
low and behold down the line / I be havin’ the time
Of my life, in the booth / I relax and recline
Knowin’ track by track / takes me Closer to prime
And one day kids’ll hang / Posters mine
Story rewind, there’s a young cat / (who) Listens to rap
All he knows / is The Aztext click And Big Kat
Special Weapon on production with a Kick a clap
Writin’ rhymes thru the class / Cause he sit in the back
The other children in the hallway Be givin’em dap
Sayin "a little more Pro and that Shit’ll be phat,
’Oh yeah, shout us out when you / Get on the map
And remember when you get there / to be given It back"
BREAKTHRU
Let me tell you a little something ’bout the way we be
AZT / blessed with our ABCs
Keep MCs calling for the EMTs
Cause we’re the murderous type / like the KGB
From one to infinity / A to Z
I love to keep’em guessin’ like an ACT
Basically, most rappers is K thru 3
P R O straight bring you the PHD
Along with DR. L E A R I C
You know we got’em open like a KFC
They way I see, fuck hopes of MTV
My words is for the streets / like NDG or NYC
All star MVP there’s no cure for ’lif like HIV
Don’t get me wrong / I’m gunnin’ for the T O P
But won’t sacrifice pride for my J O B
LEARN TO TALK
Growin’ up a half American / Canadian kid
I never knew home sweet home / it’s just the way that it is
Thinking in French / speakin’ English / and playin’ with kids
Who did the opposite / didn’t know what they were sayin’ and shit
I’d spit a rhyme and hear / "vous etes hot en crises"
I could reminisce forever son / but not on this
Movin’ from MTL to VT / was anything but easy
From drinking to the Green Mountain State / where the Trees be
Instead of hangin’ with sleezy / cats who would tease me
I took the bus every weekend / cause my city could please me
Maybe I owe Grey hound / for the tracks I lay down
Cause I came back / with too much excitement to stay down
Once I knew my way ’round (Vermont)/ like, the side streets too
I met up with my crew / called 5 3 2
They were my dawgs but left me lonely when it came down to rhyming
But I met Subliminal Messages in due timin’
Learic kept me on my grind like an assignment
While Framework displayed / how I could bring my style in
Before I knew it vibin’ / was all that I was tryin’
Went from CRA-Z to Prolific / to Pro, with no Brian
I Never knew myself / just kept on multiplyin
But all of us were climbin’ / up the same rock ledge
To move crowds / stay poundin’ / and rock heads
I’ve always known / that stress couldn’t stop this
From stutterin’ to polished / luke warm to blazin’
I came a long way in both talent and location
You better recognize all my determination
So I’ll see you at the top / cause I’m done being patient
WHO’S WIT US?
It’s that second round K O / hot cause I Say so
Rock for a Peso / on top like I blaze ’dro
The kid is hard to spot / like cops when they lay low
Connectin’ Mass and the Bronx like a Lego
If you never heard of me / then tell you man
I got people worldwide ready to sell this jam
Rapper’s want to spit at me / but seldom can
Cause I’m more problematic / then a cell phone plan
Doin’ all I can to make it / hate those who fake it
make me impatient / so I break in your tape decks
uppin’ the stakes when I’m lacin’ these base kicks
hush in the place / note takin’ to make hits
movin’ up like space ships / classic as K-Swiss
back to the basics / like glasses and braces
rival MCs finish last in the races
cause Pro’s learically blessed / all you bastards is tasteless
BETTER ACT LIKE YOU KNOW
This marks the dawnin’ of a new day / Better pack your suitcase
To shit talkers I’m toothpaste / to biters I’m a tooth ache
I’m killing it like two Jay’s / fighting on a bootleg
For those talking ’bout bricks / let’s see how much the truth weighs
Canadian like Blue Jays / hyper like I blew yay
On your mind like toupees / burning up like butane
I’m in your hood like kool aid / and Nextel 2 ways
we been hip hop / since adidas with no shoe lace
I’m riding like a thru way / brought it to a new rate
Y’all talkin’ ’bout sevens / P R O will move 8
You got a right to like me / even if your crew hate
Just tell’em that the kids hot / despite whatever you say
HOORAY ! / I wrote a beauty / that you play
From Monday to Tuesday / love me and use me
Hug me / abuse me / trust me / and screw me
Because I’m here to stay like fat people at buffets
It’s the P R O – L I (fic) / got Soul like De La
Cop ’dro to red eye / and trip when I get high
Flyer then a heli / copter when I
Drop a line giving props to Big Pop in Bed Stuy
Every mornin’ Get By / listenin’ to Kweli
Or Tribe Called Quest kickin’ it / asking Can I ?
Rhyme flow inventa / smooth when I pen a
Word / I’m the boss got the force like a Jedi
Never let the lead fly / I guess I’m too friendly
But don’t get it twisted / battle me and hear your pen cry
I Roc a Fella / drink vodka and Stella
Brainstorm when I drop / better cop an Umbrella
Settle for a thousand / but I’m out for that milli(on)
But can’t mention paper / underground like a cellar
Became an MC / cause I gotta lot to tell ya’
so when I die / you know I’m comin’ back like Makeveli
SOMETHING TO SAY
You better call the cops / on this unorthodox / Emcee born to rock
record the drop / and watch it swarm the block / AZ is sure to pop
Fuck a store to rob / I’ll hold a corporate job / until I’m on the top
expecting victory / link Yankees do, before the Sox
Pray to Lord I’ll stop / but want another whore to pop
Porn to watch / cut like a barber shop / a little off the top
Emcees lookin’ like a floor to mop / beat you like you swore to pops
Back out like’em halter tops / I’m done firin’ warning shots
As sure as Puffy’s flossin’ rocks / Our CD’ll be bought in shops
No more green Accord to rock / I’m lookin’ for a Porsche to cop
Make sure metaphors is locked / just like bedroom doors to stop
Mom from findin’ all your pot / avoidin’ that important talk
Every night is malted hops / mornings are enormous nots
You better start bitin’ quick / the click is takin’ all your props
Givin music all I got / like M O P before the Roc
To ignore our skills / is retarded / stop
WHEN I SAY...
UH Oh ! here we go again / talkin’ I’m gonna blow again
This one here’s for the foes and friends / I conquer like Napoleon
Careful / when our show begins / fire we can’t hold it in
AZT explosive mens / can’t you see our broken pens
Outlin’ the bodies at a party when we’re closing in
Two shots of Bacardi and the hotties start exposin’ skin
That’s just / the way it is / me and Dev on top of shit
Our vinyl keeps rotatin’ like we makin’ helicopter spins
We might be / the best thing yet / Classic like a mix cassette
you borrowed from your friends / before you sent over the internet
I’m rollin’ like a Benz / to different ends of the earth just kickin’ it
Always be / rippin’ it / with a mouth I spread addictive shit
When I’m out I throw a clip in it / now I pass it on some Pippen Shit
Don’t you know / the flow of Pro
is like a mental overload
when you witness / how we kick it
you gon’ pump it / get evicted
still explicit / remanissant / of the thought of killing diction
young and handsome / is the anthem
gunnin’ for a dumb advancement
but the fact is, we The Aztext / will never be held for randsome
with no mansion / we be priceless
ask your buddy, who’s the nicest? / if he answers true hip hop shit
then i guarantee he likes this
THE GAME
In a matter of six / I went from classes to skip
To buyin’ new Timbs / for all these asses I kick
Now fuck this battle shit / my click is bad to the dick
and here to stay forever / like flashin’ a pic
You see, I’m done hearin’ CDs like, ’that’s all I get?’
So you knew Haven’t You Heard would have classics on it!
This (is) my hear soul / bread and butter
Deadin’ those who said it’s other / better run for better cover
Spittin’ venom / get it brother?
I use innovation / to be a classic in the makin’
A decade strong / how long you been awaiting’?
With all the pens I’m breakin’ / and gems that I’m lacin’
All you imitations / practice nothing but patience
And brother’s on the sideline / get your clocks ready
I’ll re-define longevity / jams, I got plenty
You know where this one’s headin’ / so people, stop betting
It’s The Aztext / Special Weap / and Rocksteady