X to Z (feat. Group No Name)
The Fury
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Break 'em off something kid, break 'em off (what's that now?) Break 'em off something kid, break 'em off (what's that now?) Break 'em off Peel the cap back If you can't do that It'll be a real short track, fade it out Okay boomer You should've said something sooner I got years to rock the mic Many many years your junior "Many many years your junior" boy, say it with your chest Banana tailpipe BS gets you an F on this test Banana in the tailpipe? Yo Kevin Hart's the best (Eddie Murphy) Oh, my bad Dad, but I'm far from impressed Don't sass me boy, I'm from the streets of Seattle I wear the scars of many battles Broken bottles and black eyes Disguise on my face, when we kick the door down The Fury's in the house tearing up the town Dad, you're from Port Orchard, dirt trails in the woods Up to no good? Nah, you were far from the hood You got jokes though But your mind's getting slow Next stop Old folk's home Drag 'em Dad, drag 'em (what's that now?) DRAG 'EM DAD, DRAG 'EM (what's that now?) Drag 'em Like breaking 'em off but fresher Take a few notes 'cause you could use a refresher The 80s called, they want their beatbox back Wick-wick-wack Y'all smoking crick-crick-crack Now slide me a twenty I got a date with a honey Kisses like candy call her the easter bunny Boy you fib like Fibonacci zero one one two three five You got no date you got no mate You got no game you got no shame Ain't no girls around here, give me back that twenty I made this money Your daddy made this money Money don't mean a thing when you're cheaper than Ebeneezer An old geezer, saving food in the freezer Talking cheese blocks in cardboard And you couldn't afford brand-name food from the store The whole thing is sus, I do not believe But you got a big nose 'cause air is free Born in the 70s at the end of slavery Time to retire and bend the knee To the Generation Z I brought you into this world, I'll take you out You can take out the trash, just don't throw out your back I whoop ass, like a black father whoop a ass I've never been beat, Mom and you are so sweet I'll smoke you sport, like this pack of Newports You don't smoke and you never did, don't choke on that cigarette I'll smoke it no filter like your little Instagram posts Most liked indeed, but stay off of my feed California gangster representing the Bay (bay) Police are on my A for all the S that I say Street soldier, patrolling, reporting for duty Oooh, the biggest thug inside our gated community Staring at your phone, glassy-eyed and dim-witted Social skills lacking, don't know how to come with it Slow-twitch mind, videogames and screen-time I'm catching shade? You spent days in an arcade Invented and perfected by Generation X Hip-Hop, the internet, and what comes next Gen-Z thanks you for your service but y'all need to step off It's a young man's game, gimme the mic, go play golf
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