all i gotta say is....wow
ASAP
Artist: T.I.
Album: Urban Legend
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Translation
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP,
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you *****s better exit.
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP,
A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P.
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP,
A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P.
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP,
A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P.
As soon as possible: this is the general timeframe of which I would preferably see all individuals who dislike me to exit.
T.I.
I'm on my grind, grand hustle,
Got the mind and the muscle.
I, Clifford Harris, A.K.A. T.I./T.I.P./The Rubberband Man, am indeed working vigorously via rapping and making business deals, and I call this procedure the "grand hustle." I accomplish this by having a superior combination of intellect and brawn.
50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckas,
I still tote the Glock 40 for the hatas and the bustas.
My jewelry, which possesses 50 carats (or 10 grams) of diamonds, undoubtedly makes contact with light and subsequently produces excessive amounts of light which is visible to my enemies. One can also be sure to believe that I continue to carry a Glock .40 gun for personal protection in case someone who does not support me or my activities decides to create complications for myself.
**** probation if a ***** try to play me I'ma bust him,
Ion't need no security, reachin' for my jewelry.
The rules set forth by my probationary period will take second place if anyone attempts to make a negative impact upon my life, for I will injure this person severely. Because of this fact, I do not require a forceful security entourage who would be likely to gain possession of my fine diamonds.
Get you *****s popped quick, filled full of hot ****,
Fresh out the box T.I.P. hopped in a drop 6.
Such a disrespectful act is sure to make me fire my gun whilst it is aimed directly at you, which would then leave your body full of bullets which were heated up during the firing process. In fact, upon my release from incarceration, I immediately entered a 6-liter convertible vehicle such as a BMW 645ci, MB SL600, or SL65 AMG.
Made a quarter mil' in the pen' gettin' stock tips,
Haters wanna stop T.I.P., mad 'cause they not T.I.P.
My capitalistic ways did not cease due to my incarceration; in fact I earned roughly $250,000 while in jail via receiving stock market suggestions. Those who do not enjoy my actions wish for my demise, undoubtedly because they are not me.
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock T.I.P.,
You don't know drama pimp, I promise I do not slip.
My actions of being a large scale money-maker and women monger occur yearly during the months of June, July, and August. This will most certainly make the bearer of your children be further attracted to me, and perhaps entice her to be unfaithful to yourself while she's with me. On a completely different subject, I shall reiterate that my words are not simply song lyrics, and that I will most certainly backup any threats or demands I make from here on out.
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip.
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat,
5 carat stones with the platinum all up under dat.
I own a .45 caliber pistol that's rather difficult to find by law enforcement officials in case they wish to further investigate my actions. I purchased my feminine counterpart a Hummer S.U.V. from the AM General Corporation which has a chrome grill, and have I previously mentioned that I encompass many fine jewels amidst my platinum chains?
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat,
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna know none of dat.
I am familiar with the techniques and methods of rap feuds, and I have decided against participation. I instead have a firearm aimed at my enemy's skull, yet they seem completely oblivious to this.
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A ***** try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' A-G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
*****z hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A ***** try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
A person of African-American descent who attempts to take my money, fame, or generally try to insult me or play me will promptly get displaced from this planetary object. If one were to theoretically query a random sample of the population as to who controlled Atlanta, Georgia in terms of wealth, fame, and power, they would undoubtedly answer such a question with my name -- T.I. Subsequently, anyone else who wishes to insult my rap group/clique, P$C (the Pimp Squad Clique), will get physically assaulted as well.
T.I.
I know a lotta rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me,
The feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me?
I am fully aware of the fact that many fellow musicians do not enjoy being in company with me, yet what's most perplexing to me is the fact that none of these individuals wish to settle such a score by means of hostile physical confrontations. Still, federal agents are fully convinced that I spend my spare time selling illegal narcotics. Despite this I have yet to be formally accused by these law enforcement officials. This is rather confusing as well.
Advances on the throne, I ain't never takin' lightly,
But all that tongue-wrestlin', hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me.
Mutiny attempts are not tolerated in the least. Other rappers (presumably Houston rapper Lil Flip, with whom I had a well-publicized feud) who are content with talking trash while I am serving a jail term do not interest me in the least, for I have other issues to concern myself with.
How many rappers you know that could hold they own on Wright St.,
Each state talkin' on the cell phone nightly.
Are you aware of many rap artists who present themselves with sufficient power to embark upon such a dangerous street such as Wright St. in Atlanta, GA?
In normal population, half the jail just like me,
Polices think I'm crazy, scared a ***** gon' strike me.
Despite the local law enforcement crew's belief that I am beyond the normal limits of sanity, I believe that the reality is that a large majority of the incarcerated individuals are indeed similar to myself.
Contrarily, a ***** tryin' me is unlikely,
They barkin' don't bother me, I'll be bombin' 'for they bite me.
On the other hand, another individual attempting to commence a quarrel with me is highly unlikely; for they can "talk the talk" but when it comes to "walking the walk," they will indeed be rapidly defeated.
They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be,
Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey.
Perhaps this is because these individuals wishing to be confrontational are surprised to learn that the lyrics I rap are in fact rather similar to my actual life experiences.
My fist so rocky and my wrist so icey,
Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly.
My success in the rap world has led to a surplus of available monetary funds, which in turn has led to purchases of several diamond-filled rings (leading to a "rocky" fist) and watches (an "icey" wrist).
Fiesty, flamin' hot temper don't ignite me,
I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely.
In case you haven't assumed so thus far, I will reinforce the fact that I have a very short-fused temper, and one most certainly should not wish to anger me. In fact, I will only ask you to leave my general vicinity once with amiability.
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T.I.
Flip, say you lookin' at the man of the people,
My plan is to keep you at least 2, levels under me where I need you.
Lil' Flip: you have stated in previous verbal concoctions that you are the "man of the people." This is not an issue, for my personal plan is to always have you at a power level well under that of mine.
I'mma take advantage of my chance to defeat you,
Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you.
You can be certain that I will take full advantage of the opportunity to conquer you. Your true self has shown with your unnecessary insults, and because of this, I plan to commence a physical altercation upon my next brush with you.
I'm grown *****, so let it be know we ain't equal,
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you.
One should also be aware that we are not equivalent on an array of topics, and you are unfortunately incorrect if you believe I cannot attack you.
Beat you, to a ****in' pulp if I need to,
The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you.
I will indeed assault you to the point of you being identifiable as only a soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter. I will not even bother with moving your body to an undisclosed location, as your position at the start of the fight will be satisfactory.
Seen on the scene white tees and the v-suits,
O.G. status, I don't beef unless I need to.
I can be viewed on the scene with a white T-shirt and the "v-suits." I in fact have a personal status of being an "original gangster," and I will repeat that I do not participate in rap feuds unless absolutely necessary to preserve my respect.
Sissy you way outta line and you runnin' outta time,
Hatin' behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time.
Your femininity has led to your completely unnecessary actions of insulting me; however, you are now running out of time before I confront you in a undoubtedly bloody showdown. Your disrespect only occurred because you were notified that I was currently serving jail time.
Yeah I know you were thinkin' outta sight and outta mind,
But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine.
I'm positive the only reason you did such a thing was because you figured the old adage "out of sight, out of mind" applied to this situation. This could not be further from the truth! I, T.I., am certainly the incorrect person to disrespect if you are just trying to gain popularity.
Listen ***** this **** here is more than just a lotta rhymes,
I don't know what ya do for your respect, but I'mma die for mine.
Heed to my word, fellow African American: this situation's principle lies far beyond a few rap lines. I am unaware of what you go through to gain your respect, but I am fully willing to cease living to receive mine.
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Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
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