Azad Right – Showtime Lyrics

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You can hear it in my slang, I be west coasting
But I hustle like Russell, I’m a death poet
My dude said I should consider being less open
Rapping bout how I believe in bitches next broken
And looking at me when they with they man
Cause this is how I’m next summer, I’ll be in demand

Damn, so I don’t worry bout a motherfucker talking
Cause they do it so motherfucking often


Look what I’ve accomplished on my own
From the closet of my home
John smoke me out, now I’m copping them a zone
Cause he likes to get high in our down time
And as long as the beats hot, the sound’s fine

Keep grinding cause I really got something to prove and
I keep smiling cause I really do love what I’m doing
I keep wailing case it really ain’t nothing I’m loosing
I’m to disciplined to ever slip up in the music
All the things that I used to be embarrassed bout
Are coincidentally all the things that I cherish now

I used to think that I was wack because I wasn't black
So I started blackin' out on every fuckin' track

I told them bout my past and my struggle with the cash
I was pathetic when I used to hustle with the glass

Chasing dreams, in my 92 Pathfinder
Good heart with the mouth of a badass rhymer
I ain’t your typical rapper, I’m lyrical
Far too critical, so analytical
I’m a perfectionist, funny thing is
I’m still tryna figure out the perfection is
I never settle like a fellow from the ghetto
Who ain’t slept in days, it’s a desperate game
He was raised watching Jay so
Young and stay gunning bringing fame to their
Names for a hand full of change
What a god damn shame, what a god damn shame
What a god damn shame, what a god damn shame
You ain’t heard shit yet, look

Fuck all these cliché new rappers tryna act
Like they too good to dumb it down
If you really had a chance to blow
With the money cars and hoes
You would never wanna stay underground
So stop saying you’re too pure for the game
You swear you different, but your flows never change and
That’s lame kid, be yourself bra
Don’t rap the same shit that everybody else does
Cause everybody else sucks

Throw some courage man I’m planning on killing them all
That’s for my blue color, workers that chilling them all
This for my ambitious dudes that still tryna ball
I know the truth about the game, I’m revealing it all
They don’t wanna see us shine, so they holding us back
But you just gotta grind, don’t focus on that
That’s why each and every time I flow on the track
I spit the facts and, ain’t nothing colder than that

Fake it till you make it, is the motto, ok
So they sipping Andre like it’s Rose
Suckers bullshit is what you full of, and I’m bout to raise the bar
Tell me can you do a pull up
I do it cause I love it, but I also wanna make a living
I ain’t stopping, I wanna get my music to the public
The masses, but I’m smart enough to not rush
Look, watch me attack in the right fashion
Pay attention please, every single sentence bleeds
All over the beat, there’s no doubt they going to remember me
You thought you were the one but before they mentioned me
I killed those thoughts, you’re having suicidal tendencies
There's no survivin' on this island
If you're tryna go mining for a diamond
Don't deny it, I don't mind
But the moment that you even think of lyin' to a lion
Is the same exact moment you'll be dyin'

Showtime showtime, showtime, yeah, showtime, showtime

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