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Track: The Come Up
Artist: AZ
Album: A.W.O.L.

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Name: AZ

Biography

Brooklyn, NY rapper, of Dominican descent who got to make his apperance as the only guest rapper on Nas' classic album 'Illmatic' on the song "Life's A Bitch" in 1994. AZ cut his own album a year later, Doe or Die, but due to lack of promotion, the album didn't do as well as other established artists such as Raekwon's "Only Built 4 Cuban Linx" or Jay-Z's debut, "Reasonable Doubt," even though it is considered just as classic as those albums. It was followed by the sophmore slump 'Pieces of a Man.' It was on par, lyrically, but the beats, mostly handled by the Trackmasters, didn't come through for AZ. Since his album flopped, he left Noo Trybe and in late 1999 early 2000, he released an independent album SOSA (Save Our Streets AZ). Motown (yes the R&B label) heard his album and was interested in releasing it commercially and decided to give AZ a record contract. He was supposed to carry them as a serious rap label, but again, due to promotion, his album, 9 Lives, didn't sell as well as he'd liked, though it was critically acclaimed and touched on all aspects, lyricaly and musically. His follow up in 2001, Aziatic, sold a few more albums than 9 Lives and is just as great an album as Doe or Die and 9 Lives. AZ has since left Motown and is rumored to be making an independent album with Nas which is supposed to be titled "Alpha/Omega." Only the future will tell.

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Release: AZ - The Come Up / Magic Hour
Year: 2005
Genres: Hip Hop

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LYRICS

[Intro]
Just give me the countdown.
Ya know where we goin.
Uh huh.
Feel so good.
Uh huh.

[AZ]
You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up.
Laugh get nice, split the blunt up.
Pray blue and whites dont run up, remain humble.
You see the change when the range come through.
When all the fame ups ya game, cause ya names mumbled.
The chicks notice, jewels is like hyptnosis.
Its furosious, when broke niggaz get focused,
the cars come out, bottles at the bar run out.
(ch)You know you large when you win cars, the dons a drought,
but heres the switch up, when beef and the money mix up.
Skirts lift up, a few fights, a few stick up,
then one little thing just leads to the next and...
here comes them hot boys to breath down ya neck.
Now ya gotta pack up, flee from the rest and...
just so we could go, you was free from the stress.
I guess it is, what it is.

[Chorus: Samples scratched by DJ Premier]
Sleepin on the come up.
Streetz is yours, so ya take it now.
Sleepin on the come up.
Im from the place where hardcore is beautiful.
Sleepin on the come up.
Streetz is yours, so ya take it now.
Im rather unique, Im from the place Brooklyn (Brooklyn).

You know the saga, who live or who hotter, who shot at who at the Vermada.
I know about beats since Bambata.
Before beat streetz, streetz were never knee deep with them Ryderz.
Gunz and money, someone was hungry, disfunctional family's that come from junkiez.
Jail birds whos wanted for warrants, jumpin countryz,
just tryna survive like a bunch of monkeyz.
Marked dollars, DEA narcs with collars,
niggaz snitchin and still got the heart to holla.
Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless.
Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride D(dick).
Cant call it, too fresh to sprawl it, two checks to roll with, grew up next to all this.
So understand, I know from first hand, and lies of a church man, high off his first gram.

[Chorus]

Jails is packed, the streetz is whacked,
its even worse when ya workers tappin ya beef for sack.
Wifeys gettin feisty, shes beefin back.
Though its a likely, it might be your VISA's maxed.
The coke is up, so now cushion dro's wassup.
And the vegans got that game in the cobra clutch.
The D's and the capris too close to duck,
but what da fuck, they could suck on some coconuts.
The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal.
Nuttin left but jail death and four record deal.
Vibes is weak, ho's wanna slide and creep,
even feinds gotta thing for that hide and seek.
Stick Up Kidz (SUK), kidnapped, switch up cribs
Its still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up big.
Pac is gone, they say that Hip Hop is wrong.
You want more? Then log on to AZ.com.

[Chorus]

(Thanka to Rseno for these lyrics)