Azlo Raps & Controlled Chaos - Blow Up Lyrics

It's time to show up, rappers need to grow up
Y'all make us wanna throw up, so go and get your dough up
We've set the pace and we're never gonna slow up
Don't you know there's no such thing as a blow up
Nah
No such thing as a blow up
We've set the pace and we're never gonna slow up
Don't you know there's no such thing as a blow up
No such thing as a blow up

Y'all been casting the wrong spells, practicing the wrong rituals
Y'all been ignoring the craft instead obsessing over visuals
I've been stacking checks and stirring up essential chemicals
Trying to merge a four-star general with a criminal
Got a secret blend of seasonings, sealed inside the Ziploc
The crystals on 'em shining like some diamonds on a wristwatch
Throw hands I bob and weave with perfect timing, leave your shit clocked
And I study geology bitch, don't get your shit rocked

I've been there and done that, they wanna bring the fun back
I've seen the ops and the scope and put it right back on the gun rack
I ain't wasting these bullets, nah, I'm saving my ammo
Y'all always claim we outside, you must be dressing camo
I'm fighting back with my demons, sometimes I can't though
They try to take me back to a place I know I can't go
A one-way ticket out of hell for me and Ambrxse
Triple C's mixed with Azlo, no way we can't blow
(come on!)
It's time to show up, rappers need to grow up
Y'all make us wanna throw up, so go and get your dough up
We've set the pace and we're never gonna slow up
Don't you know there's no such thing as a blow up
Nah
No such thing as a blow up
We set the pace and we're never gonna slow up
Don't you know there's no such thing as a blow up
No such thing as a blow up

Coming in off the top rope, got your halo in my scope
Binging off the same shit that made that savage man macho
Heart cold like a gazpacho, bullets big as a pothole
Some people say they down, can't be surprised when they not though
I just came to claim the crown, you just a clown in a sideshow
Got some shit you should renounce, like always claiming you got hoes
This right here is Thin On The Ground, we don't be playing dem pop shows
Tell you're compadres, and vato's
We came for the chips and cheddar, then we dipping like nachos
Nicknamed Diablo, these voices in my head got me feeling like Pac though
Back in '93 when he shot at the cops
With a loaded Glock that I bet he kept in his sock drawer
We won't stop till the pot's gold, no more paying for slots sold
I'm trying to connect the dots and figure out what's not told
No more taking L's and playing games of hot cold
Take the rifle off the shelf cause I'm in red dot mode

It's time to show up, rappers need to grow up
Y'all make us wanna throw up, so go and get your dough up
We've set the pace and we're never gonna slow up
Don't you know there's no such thing as a blow up
Nah
No such thing as a blow up
We set the pace and we're never gonna slow up
Don't you know there's no such thing as a blow up
No such thing as a blow up

Don't brush my art off, straight off the dome onto your canvas
I see the bitch in you, you read me right, just know he can't miss
Never had no planned diss, diary of the way I ran shit
Cover up, respect all, most likely feel none
Die a real on one, spooky bars, holla when you ready
Ain't shit sweet no Little Debbie, just know he's sick
Don't sleep on me, catch all disease
Can't return no bars, ain't no receipts
Every time I spit, they stressing, my lines make hair recede
I'm so OD, I'd advise you not to f*ck whit AZ
Don't bite the flow, get diagnosed with rabies
Pete & Bas, I'm repping till I'm 80
Word is we the next legends throwing down in this field like Tom Brady
As of lately, I've been thinking no such thing as blow ups
Can't milk these classics, been longer than them lines in Krispy Kreme donuts
Rest in peace to this beat, that's my condolence
Don't sneak, just when you speak, you don't know us