Uniqueness
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Uniqueness was released on May 8, 2026 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Doe Or Die III
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
Performer
Mike & Keys
Programming
Anthony Cruz
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Producer
Frado
Recording Engineer
Blvck Lotus
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Pour me some prosecco
Dim the lights a little more, you heard?
This feel like some Bobby Womack shit
This how you show up and show out
[Verse 1]
Sneaker hoarder, relationships sinking in water
Two sons, got jipped, wanted a daughter
New guns, bumpin' Nip, my niece there at the altar
Rhyme culture, whole aura still MC Ultra
Who the vulture? Sippin' rum punch, sunk in the sofa
One blunt, was on a hunt, tryin' to jump in some chocha
Young Sosa, soloist, seekin' asylum
Hidden Sonics on my first album, speakin' in volumes
Peep how they wildin'
Fashion trends keep me from stylin'
Handsome then, super slim, tryin' to sleep with the stallions
Henny gallon, no dimmies, my pennies was pilin'
Far from friendly when you bent is what get you sent to the island
Grill salmon, tryna leave alone wings and bones
Pocket dialin' with these phones, I'm the king of the tones
Bring me my throne, the lover, E-N-Y guy from Sutter
In junior high, used to lie when I stutter
Fly with the butters
Coogi sweaters, copped them in colors
I'm not like the others, nut busser, kept boxes of rubbers, it's over
Your boy sober, sittin' back thirty years older
Stare closer, see the tears on my shoulders, distillin'
Lost feelings, need therapy for the healing
From what I see, I could never be a civilian
When touchin' them millions, who to trust? Foolin' with lust
Will have you doing everything but never doing enough
Just flew to the cut, first Ghana, then Botswana
It's a lot to ponder, traveled back right after Kwanzaa
Quick reminder, life's short, visit resorts, spirits, and sports
How you move mirror your thoughts, message was caught
Unwrapped, placed in my lap, the greatest is back
Tell the haters make me a plaque
[Bridge]
Thirty billion streams predicted
And we ain't even mix it
It's that next level shit
AZ Esquire, Poet Extraordinaire
Kept it P since day one
My word always my bond, regardless to whom or what
[Verse 2]
Rather unique, I travel through beats
Correlate with crime, most my kind is deceased
Rhyme for the streets, never those that line up they peeps
Just the ones who will is weak and thirst knowledge and seek
We civil, read through riddles, court cases lead to acquittals
The chisel, in our presence, they shrivel, words is fribble
If action ain't applied to assist, what's flyer than this?
From the mix, I survived the abyss
Highly equipped to cope
My **** did his bid on a boat
Out of her wig, his wiz slid him some dope
He home, all he wanted Fear of God and some foams
A Lo knitted, Yank fitted, and Bvlgari cologne
I hit him, when tour stop, I'll spin the block and get him
Just heard the word that his opps got with him, gave him his wings
A few **** keep it a bean, he was one
Doe or die, I guess we all get a run, uh
[Outro]
More money, more murder
Life as we know it
Not how it should be, but it's the laws of nature
Doe or Die, three decades and countin'
Who else could pour their heart out and paint pictures at the same time?
A toast to the official survivors of the urban corner cold war
Never compromise
Calculated and conquered any and all oppositions that stood in their path
This is pre-ordained
I salute y'all
The God
Written by: A. Cruz

