[AZ Talking]   I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho   Shit, get the right speakers   Let me start a little early, that's what I do      [AZ Verse]   You know my persona, let me kindly remind ya   The Gucci, Garbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers   How I post up, probably amongst pirahnas   I'm the urban version of that turban-waving Osama   Last of a genre, there's nothing to mash your mind to   Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma   So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina   Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna   Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas   Somber, feeling like Don Cheetah in the Hotel Riwanda   You know karma, increase when you cease your drama   It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you   Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer   But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster   Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor   No lames, it's the same as the brain can conjure   Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber   Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza   From Tompkins to Guanas, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors   Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher   Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers   Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker   Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it   Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected   Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure   But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected   So exit, or have it all in here   We can war when we're, nigga I'm so sincere