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LORD ZUKO

LORD ZUKO is an independent artist from North Carolina, releasing Hip Hop albums and attempting to develop the freshest records now that he has found his footing and developed his sound. more »

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Rocking with a convict
A sick dog with neoplasia
Call 'em a fucking problem
If you don't put 'em down I will
Then if your beagle bites me
Then I'll be diagnosed as an illegal
Uh
Infected with a parasitic affliction
And fitted with an accelerator
Heater, rod, and beam em
With the quickest trigger finger
Accurately crafting me as the villain
And the illest gunslinger
With no vision of the right or wrong
Type of bomb, or any diss in song
And you'll be asking me for mercy after battery
And everyone will get mad at me
So I'll have to see if I got time to spit a
Backhanded apology cause I'm not one to cop a plea or say that you're free of
Cartridges hitched to a magazine
When I call you out like I interrogate
Marinate and see the picture I try to paint
Lion manes will never put my nine to shame
And bitch you better die in vain
When I tie your veins to a limousine
And drag you around like a puppet on strings
And scream out the front seat
For everyone in front of the school
To come out and see the news
Just to send a message to the few who
Would try to f*ck with me and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen as closer to Santa Clause
When the only ones you hear of are closer to being Kendrick Lamar
Not maybe when they start
But rapping is bigger than color
You motherfucker
Talk about bugging out
You lost focus on my lyrical plague
Like my page was written by Moses
During a swarm of locusts
And then I stole this scroll
Filled from top to bottom with every name I killed
I'm no weeb but I seem to be Teru Mikami
With a Death Note screaming delete
Like an electric eel and spill blood with a simple bill
To get bitches to climb a hill and stop on they heel
Like they're Achilles and I'm that single enemy
Carrying an arrow and my care is too low
Like I was not just booting hero's
And I'm shooting fucking sparrows
Harrowing the narrowing yet towering
Like our ring when they say they borrowing
Library of a lower king when they notice me
Prove to me you do see a legend when I'm lowering
Like I'm Norma Jean and I can't get enough of that prozine
Cause nausea and vomiting is the only cause of the
Rhymes in my mind and they like a reality you can't define
And finding this shit online and sharing it will be the only thing to make your spirits rise
Saying 'fye' and 'this shit is hype' is you making my money fly
Honey time to hit rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
Or the vibes I televise with the hypest lines and verses
That converse to you I'm hurt but when its dispersed
You know it's curtains for certain and I lurk with the next circuit
Of current that's ampin your life support with a surgeon
Waitin to put you under a slumber if that number goes below
What it needs to show, so for your sake you better hope that I keep going
And flowing I know it for sure like I'm Conan and Romans are totin
Their swords and they're showing their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed down just to give you a re-up
Cause this beat is gonna switch
And you gonna slit your wrists
Cause the anxiety it's gonna cause you
Is gonna give you nothing but pain
Hydrochloric acid
My dome can pour this placid
Try more than your periplasm
By lowering your lil' maxim
Remember your fucking impact
Whether you flunked or are in tact
Better than punks who can't rap
I'll give you that
But kill your habit
Of actin wack and
Bumpin that lackey trap that got you stuck within a casket
Not really your fault, I got that
But, do you try to break out like you're held captive
Spread out your eggs to a new basket
Or I'll keep you askin how I keep lapping
And keep you laspin and lashing out
Like you're scared but you're passing out
Got my lair but I'm talent now
Just sought out for my talking how
Do you talk about your wallet mount
Cause if you just keep it real
Than tweet a picture of your account
And the check you got from the label
And label it "this is a paper weight"
Like you're a medieval papal state
Everyone hype but they can't relate
You are like pacer makes
They don't care bout no label name
Just the beat that make they heart race
And so my message to you is that if you think you're stable
You should change your style while you try and pile
A little million little hellions popping to a new album
With none of your older topics that's a challenge
And I'll bet you a hundred dollars
That you'll be talked about for an hour
Your fans will buy the shit and give you the fuckin power
To never cower again and break the mold
Break the trend and take the gold
That you're owed for takin a fucking risk
And spittin a little bit and not slitting your fucking wrists
I'll dab you up and not give you any more shit
Maybe then I'll offer to work with you in the morning
Of course that's a tour of greatness and
Shameless validation for a platinum or diamond record
And I'll feature on all the albums
You do after I see you talk some
And pause
I gotta give you a lesson
Like a professor of wealth
How to save up for a house
And not spend your amounts on hoes and volks
That won't get your kids a place to sit and play
Or lay awake and tell you they see a monster
Cause if you don't do that for your wife and daughter
I'll be the monster you try to stop from taking your
Dollar power
But if you never stop giving yourself an excuse
To never change your tunes
You'll be checking under the bed or in the closet
For yourself, you masochist
Start a chain reaction with a pain attraction
Lackadaisical river flow full of kids and adults
Who'd rather fantasize about themselves
Then take themself to a wood shelf and clean off the dust
Like Billy Mays in a pop-up
Who's on drugs when they listen to rap with they homies
That shit is on trust or rather a loss of memory
When you take that shit to the old days
And really act like you on that new grade
And bumpin lyricism heavy like that shit is new age

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