Aspectz Of Me - EP

by Atiim Chenzira

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Try Again Verse 1 I got my heart on my sleeve, You want to walk away from me. My bodies knumb with disbelief, Cause I don’t want you, girl, to leave. Out there’s a big ole’ world to hide. I want you right here by my side. It won’t be easy all the time, But I can promise that I’ll try. I’ll do my best with every day. Sincerity this ain’t no play. I want to walk with you today, But you just want to walk away… Chorus: I said, if at first you don’t succeed, Just give your lovely hand to me, And try, try, try, try again… I said, if at first you don’t succeed, Just give your lovely hand to me, And try, try, try, try again. Verse 2 Now take your running shoes off, And baby place them all away. Let’s leave that past back in the past, And presently we’ll face this day. There ain’t no better time than now, These fleeting moments all escape, And if we name it, We can claim it. Wash them troubles off your face. Let that sun shine in its’ glory, While attention’s being paid. Until the moon reflects its brilliance, In assurance we can lay. I want to walk with you today, But you just want to walk away. I want to walk with you today, So give me your hand baby stay… Chorus: I said, if at first you don’t succeed, Just give your lovely hand to me, And try, try, try, try again… I said, if at first you don’t succeed, Just give your lovely hand to me, And try, try, try, try again. Verse 3 Ain’t no hand cuffing… Ain’t no stuffing bluffing Ain’t no hand-cuffing… Baby you can walk away… Chorus: I said, if at first you don’t succeed, Just give your lovely hand to me, And try, try, try, try again… I said, if at first you don’t succeed, Just give your lovely hand to me, And try, try, try, try again. Etc… etc..
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Miss Fire Verse 1 When we first met, you were choosing. When we last talked, I was losing; But I had to let it go. I knew you had to make your mind up. I was already holding on to something bruising. And I knew it was a long path. Four years is a lot of math. I laughed and then I sent you back. Cracked doors ain’t closed, and that’s a fact. I’m open; hoping that you figure it out. Everything in its own time; I ain’t living with Doubt. I erred on the side of caution, cause’ I’ve been there girl, and done’ that before. A rebound ain’t a pretty thang’, just a fix for the moment. In the moment it’s a pretty thang’. And you sure are a pretty thang’, but I’d rather do what I want to do when I want to do it. And pursuing ain’t an option now, but I get a call every now and then. You want to come over and share your feelings? Ain’t nothing’ wrong with a little bit of that sexual healing. And you still got’ a thing for him. With the ebb and flow, it’s so hard to let go. Ain’t it? You painted me a picture of a man trying to hold on too tight. Too scared to let go… And hear that echo of being alone in the dark night. You’re so bright. Well maybe he’s a shadow of fantasy that you’ve conjured up, But I don’t give a fuck. Chorus If you could aim, Shoot for my heart. If you could aim, Shoot for my heart. Verse 2 You see I really didn’t want to talk about it, because I really had a hard time. You had your hand out. I had mine out, reaching. Still we couldn’t seem to find, a straight line to the same point. Paralleled by the same needs, same wants, same situations that we came from. He love you like I love her. You did him like she did me. Well, hey, let’s face it. I wouldn’t turn around, turn the clock back, or change the situation. Naw, buddy, you done’ lost that. I understand, because I’ve lost before. If you let it go, and it don’t return, it ain’t a boomerang, meant to be, destiny is through the pain. Breath, just a little bit, get it off your brain. Live wire, Miss Fire, can’t ignite the flame. Lost in a shuffled deck, win or lose pain. Lost in a shuffled deck, win or lose pain. You let the clubs beat you down for the diamonds. Hearts bleed, and the spades trump it all in the end, plain. All seems plain, but it ain’t plain, when you ain’t playing. Misfires with your A game. Throw your hands up, you gotta’ let it be. Set it free. If it comes back, then it’s meant to be; through the destiny! Miss Fire, maybe you and me. Miss Fire, maybe you and me? Chorus If you should aim, Shoot for my heart. If you should aim, Shoot for my heart. If you should aim, You’d better You’d better shoot for my heart. If you should aim, Shoot for my heart.
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CBA 123 Verse 1 I like the alcohol, atmosphere, and everything with it. I put the blue jeans on, white shirt, and get kitted. I set it down, like a plane from high, I skidded. Touch down, baby girl, in your town, and I spit. Get wit' it if you're ready go! V.I.P. back stage with Bo. Girl, you already know. I know you like the CD, cause' you're loving the show. After-party 1:1, and you're ready to flow. Let it go. Let your hair down. We're losing control. Pump your breaks, because we're taking it slow. Chorus A On the count of three... start to breath. Baby, don't be scared. I just want to pull your hair. Chorus B (repeat 2xs) Cocaine, Cadillacs, and Cuties. Big bread, Battlefields, and Beauties. Alcohol, Atmosphere, and A game... C-B-A's the Method, 1-2-3's the Game. Caramel, Cinnamon, and Candy. Bad boys, Bubble butts, and Brandy. Absolute Animalistic Aims. C-B-A's the Method, 1-2-3's the Game. Verse 2 A lot of diamonds in the ruff, in the right place, at the right time, but I can't get you out of my mind. Finding myself addicted to the time we spend. More than a little loving, you're becoming my friend. And I send you a letter in the midst of gems, cocaine, cadillac's, big booties, and tens, I mean the dimes and the name brands, people that chatter. Big chains, wine stains, but that don't even matter. Because I'm thinking about the path we can walk and lead. Big branches, little ranches, just from planting a seed. You see I want a real lady, not material things. Bow down to the Truth, and let my brother just sing. Chorus A: 1-2-3... baby, come sit next to me... I won't bight too hard, I swear... I just want to kiss you there... You see I take control of things... Every ni**a says the same... Where have you been before this second? You've got me wrapped, raptured in your presence... Chorus B (repeat 4xs) Cocaine, Cadillacs, and Cuties. Big bread, Battlefields, and Beauties. Alcohol, Atmosphere, and A game... C-B-A's the Method, 1-2-3's the Game. Caramel, Cinnamon, and Candy. Bad boys, Bubble butts, and Brandy. Absolute Animalistic Aims. C-B-A's the Method, 1-2-3's the Game.
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Time iz $ Chorus: Time is money and money's the wor orld Time keeps on tickin' Whose world is this, world is this? I gotta get my money ain't a damn thang' funny. Time is money and money's the wor orld Time keeps on tickin' Whose world is this, world is this? I gotta get my money ain't a damn thang' funny. Verse 1 Time is money and money the world going round. Supply and demand is an understanding in every town. Purchase these thoughts on this track for my dividends. Man this is how the whole world spins. Now if you got then good. Make money out of money. It ain’t funny. You have a need to achieve, So =believe= me. Mo M-O-N-E-Y equals power. Doing anything for chicken feed, chump change at any hour. Take a risk and reach out for the stars. To live lavish is an American Dream, driving plush new cars. Bank Rolls; New Clothes; Tight flows and shows when you’re fucking with Black Bo. Folks, we depend on you for the shit, so we’re making hit after hit using studio time to lift… From those bus and them BART rides… To flying those friendly skies… To hoping on stage to get paid =right?= Make a hit single and mingle at rapper balls… E.P.-ing ourselves for the shelves so we can shot call. Chorus x2: Verse 2 I'm doing lyrical acrobatics, using tactics. I'm trying to get it, get it, got it, but there's no satisfaction. The clock is tickin' The sand's slipping And I'm getting fractions, but I'm bout' to drop a load on em' Fire and explode on em' Hold on them contributions I'm with a crew of rootiness tootness cats that's down for the pay back! We all invested, while doing dirty and stressin' our time and energy, now it's time for us to see, through these trials and tribulations, hard times and being patient. I had to go out and get it, cus' I'm tired of fuckin' wit' it! I had to go out and get it, cus' I'm tired of fuckin' wit' it! Verse 3 Time iz money and it’s funny how the game don’t quit Bullshitting caint be healthy for a pot made for piss. I’m working round the clock tick tick tock I caint stop in this maze I got to have it even when I get paid I’m laying down laws and regulations Keeping my peace to myself. I can’t be sitting like a book on a shelf. Collecting dust Naw greens Make money, man time flies I’m trying to do more than get by Reaching for the top of the skies... I got to have it in the worse way I got to see a better day soon I keep it cracking I make it happen But what you gon’ do? I gotta get around. Sit around twidlin’ my thumbs? Neva. I can’t do it baby boy I’m way too cleva. See it plot and strategize. Make a dream materialize And surprise Niggas! Here it is… Before your eyes. But some times my eyes play tricks on me. Feel it and touch One flower in a bed of weeds Man I’m way too tough.
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Deception Verse 1: People can't explain what they don't know, so a story's made up instead. Lost in the middle of a lie and a truth, and it comes right out of their head. Now you did this, and you did that, and the fib slowly unfolds. Must sound good, but that story's a shame, cause it ain't one that you told. Chorus A1: Stories about you that ain't from you... is what we call perception. And if they all believe what they receive... that's what we call deception. Chorus B1: Stories about you... that ain't from you... Is what we ca-all... perception... And if they all believe what they receive... that's what we ca -all.... De - cep - tion, yeah, yeah yeah. Verse 2: Now a one sided story, as the characters mix, only say what one observes... So define all the pieces for a full review, one letter, word after word. But it takes too long cause the people keep it movin'. Mom and dad gotta' lot to provide... So a short cutted stories gonna' do for the moment, so the story takes off and flies. Chorus B2: Instrumental Solos Verse 3: People wanna hear... A little story with no proof. Don't have to be substantiated... It's a lie... that's called the truth. Verified, and clarified, it's on the up and Up it goes... But the short cut is assumption, and this is how the story unfolds. Chorus B3: End
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Sexy Silhouettes Verse 1: Holding the image of beating hearts and perspirations, The acts of making rain, sheets are soaked in our creations. Sounds of liberation… Tensions are at ease. I want to fill you up with love anyway I please. Take no time to second guess this moment happens once. Cease the situation gently, girl have some fun Let go; now we can... fly high. If you don’t then... why cry, inside; inside; inside? Chorus 1: Sexy silhouettes and silky sweat from being wet; Heated passion; Foreplay; Kiss, the laughs and talks I reminisce. Sexy silhouettes and silky sweat from being wet; Heated passion; Foreplay; Kiss, I touch myself and reminisce. Kiss your lips and rub your hips, Massage your back and feet like this… Kiss your lips and rub your hips, Massage your back and feet like this… Sexy silhouettes and silky sweat from being wet. Heated passion; Foreplay; Kiss, The laughs and talks I reminisce. Verse 2: Simple impressions of images created, kiss. Tender eruptions of passions quoted from your lips. Holding the image of beating hearts and perspiration. The acts of making rain, sheets are soaked in our creation. Let go; now we can fly high. If you don’t then why cry, inside; inside; inside. Chorus 2: Bridge: I know… Somewhere we can… Go now… Somewhere we can… Both smile… Inside and out; inside and out. Inside and out Inside and out Rap: I want to slam it like a basket-ball. Get up inside and slide like waterfalls; Gushing. Pushing through a crack in a damn; Tumbling. Fumbling like the ball in your hands. Touch down with a dance at the end of run. If you got it replay it till the game is done. Pause… Hold for the light to change. Now tell me if tastes like a candy cane? Can I handle your merchandise? Squeeze you like I’m trying to get the starch out of ri Tell me if my microphones on to blow. The car needs to warm up baby so we must move slowly. Let’s go to the moon in our rocket ship; I just want to take a trip… Maybe we can gitty' up, buck if you need to scream… Just, let me do the damn thang… Chorus 3: END

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Aspectz Of Me - EP, Atiim Chenzira’s newest solo album, is finally here! Aspectz Of Me - EP is a combination of masterful writing, a range of vocal styles and deliveries, and genre crossing music, live music and an assortment of great production by various Bay Area producers. This EP is a taste of more to come. Two LP's are ready to go, but first, the EP:

“This album needed to be true to its’ name, so I had to express all of what I want listeners to know about the many Aspectz Of Me. A year after beginning this album project, I am finally ready to share it. I have included many, but not all, of the musicians and artists in this project that I have worked with over the years, because they too, are Aspectz Of Me.”

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released April 19, 2014

Aspectz Of Me Credits:

ALBUM ART DESIGN
Eastrand Studios: (eastrandstudios.com)

PHOTOGRAPHERS:
Ana Homonnay – (anahomonnay.com)
Michelle Koffler
Tali Serota

PRODUCERS:
JasWho? & Whoville Studios, Berkeley, CA.: (www.Jaswho.com)
Tunemaster & Backyard Entertainment, Pittsburg, CA.: (tunemaster15@gmail.com)
Mike Stevens & Lost Monkey Studio, Hayward, CA.: (lostmonkeystudio.com)
Henry Navarro: (HenryANavarro@gmail.com)

POST PRODUCTION:
Mixed by JasWho? at Whoville Studios in Berkeley, CA
Mastered by Pierre Allard - San Mateo, CA 2014

For Booking Contact:
Atiim Chenzira
Ridah Ridah Enertainment
650-762-8446
Atiim@RidahRidah.com

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