Lyrics:
a couple guys, hold up pull to the side
To roll a blunt, or maybe two or five
We always getting high
On the highway when the crew arrive , we buzzin like
to depravity and tragedy that being a loner truly flatters me,
More than anything i want to remix that Churchill downs,
More than anything I’d like to live
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
And make beats then I fall backwards
Could live my whole life on a twin mattress
Just had to realize that it's all practice
Dropped out in two weeks, I got
standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
It's impactful, because I've got mad pull
To know I've got two in the crew but the pack's full
I'd only raise my hand to slap a high five
The fact is I
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
respect
Ain't the silent type at all, keeps it blunt and direct
So if you're trynna catch up put some hunts in your step
[Verse 2: Mic Anthony]
I
Man I go hard, live young, die alone
Too many bad bitches
I don’t ever check my phone
I ball hard, man I’m in my zone
YMC king, sitting on the throne
this batch white as the QAnon
I moved them four by four like a Rubicon
And the strength between my crew, man, it's too defined
Cops sweat us, my homies
we live
This is underground
Underground is live where you rest
Subliminal stress surviving off
Beats by Protest
What is underground
Fight for your
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
the j and say hello or,
Take a deep breath in then explode
Watch your back, move with the flow
Y A M on the beat but you know
Keeping it real, live by
I'm all wrapped up in shackles
I'm trying to break free
I'm my own worst enemy, me
They'll never let me by though, I'm always tryna beat
Beat my
to last me
To the end of the week
I live by the beat like
You live check to check
If you don't move yo' feet then I don't eat
So we like neck to neck
Yes we
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
back to the T house
Feds on Waze so man had to re route
But I just wanna drop my parcel off
Collect my Prof
And how many times have I beat out
Dark by
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
a threat, yeah, we call him Ty
This shit so crazy, man
Beat got me sick like it's Monkeypox
I'm rich like Roddy no Box
The queen is dead, we in a hot box
That
crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors
North Shore, getting tatted by Tai
Turtle Bay at the beach enjoying climatical vibes
RAW extendo papers that look like a javelin fly
Two indicas so they
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