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A2Z
4,052
Hip-Hop/Rap
A2Z was released on July 24, 2020 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album No Pressure
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Release DateJuly 24, 2020
LabelDef Jam Recordings
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM178

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
No ID
No ID
Programming
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Keyboards
Little Bobby
Little Bobby
Additional Vocals
Tramayne "TMAN" Hudson
Tramayne "TMAN" Hudson
Additional Vocals
Anna Elyse Palchikoff
Anna Elyse Palchikoff
Vocals
Anna Elyse
Anna Elyse
Vocals
Steve Blum
Steve Blum
Vocals
noid
noid
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Songwriter
Little Bobby
Little Bobby
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
No ID
No ID
Producer
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Producer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Little Bobby
Little Bobby
Recording Engineer
noid
noid
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You wanna learn your ABC's little Bobby?
Yeah? You wanna learn your ABC's?
Yeah! Let's do it
[Verse 2]
Aye, I been real that's all I ever knew how to be
Fuck what you heard, I only write what I see
Second I deploy, I destroy till the tank on E
The underdog, they wouldn't bank on me
F 'em all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol
Check the EKG
HNIC, ain't nobody flyer then me
Not a single one of you that I know conspire to be
I hit the J and get as high as can be
OK, maybe not as high as can be
I'm a businessman, I got important people to see
Mainly NoID cooking up in studio D
That underground shit, L train across town shit
This that Nas, it's like Queens Bridge, king crown shit
Study my lyricism whenever you and your friends meet
I got enough M's in the bank to make ends meet
Oh my god, get gritty, '96
P Diddy setting fire to the city
Keep it real, keep it true, sicker than the flu
You can smoke government dope and not get higher then my IQ
Are you ready? I'm calm, my arms are steady
I'm armed and ready, digging in you like a machete
Surprise confetti, you going need more then bed rest
When I hit you with these twenty-six bullets, no excess
I never went to school, never went to MIT
But my imagination out of this world like MIB
Who are you to me? These other rappers envy me
The MVP born and raised in MD, get it B
Don't get it confused, fuck the style everyone use
Switch up the rhythm, every track flows I never double use
X marks the spot, everyday I get what I got
That's why I'm on top, steady running shit and you not
You steadily flop, every album steadily drop
Think you can do it 'cause I do it? Come now, boy better stop
Trying to take me out, my advice is aim for the top
I know I make rapping look easy but promise its not
[Verse 3]
Bob's demo, two-thousand and five
Take 1
Yo
I set my sh
Nah, on the second thought, I can't play this (Come on man, play it, man)
Play that shit, man
Come on ****, play that shit
[Verse 4]
Never want to flip scripts
I'm more raw than Imaginary brothers, rain in the gutter
My talented knife cutter
Always flowing venomous, never rollin' in regiments
Whipping read to intelligence
You copy then we settle in
Possibilities is endless, you'll never catch me penless
Suicidal lyrics controverse like stem-cell research
Ain't no time to compromise, my rhymes immortalized
Visualize as I vocalize, worldly lies that were hypnotized
Staring into space like the Enterprise
Contemplating on words that shall arise
Mentality merciless, never sympathize
[Verse 5]
Smoking weed in gazebos, incognito
Attracting more microphones than Magneto
And that's real, blunts keep rollin' like bitches on E pills
Written by: Ernest Wilson, Little Bobby, Maneesh Bidaye, Robert Bryson Hall III, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
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