Zoning In

intro/hook 1:

hop in a whip to do what I do best,

coming to collect your debt, with a bullet proof vest

better pass them J's, to add to the check,

I keep it low key with a loud pack, zoning in just leave me be with a soundtrack

ever since K-I-D, I was viewed as an outcast,

 

verse 1:

writing out rhymes, in the back of the class,

was thinking about the ways I could outclass, out shine any single one of my peers, yeah

start to thread the ideas, woah

learn to cultivate the lyrics, so I can start the art, to fuel the ark, to help the fear disappear from my mental

I ain't really looking for shit, just pass the credentials, pushing this weight like an anvil

walk to the stu with a couple of bands in the envelope

keeping a handful of sluts on the down low

this is the way, I can not complain tho

my sights never sway, let's bring out the akimbos

add the double shots into the cup, until my brain blows

 

double the time until im dying, I been the one since birth, all I had to do was dig deep down to unearth my talent to find my real worth

spill the verse to quench my thirst for the music shit

just watch me smirk in a blood speckled shirt and hop out the blue like who's this kid

the after effects of CQB,

the only.. competition is me, leave them all dead on scene, do not fuck up this scheme, this the only way I see to keep the peace in reach and have my family feasting for generations, add a Millie on top that motivation

just a pen and a microphone, on the come up of the nation, fuck the ladder, im impatient, straight to the head decapitation, gotta go get it by any means, in the meantime I have bills to pay, so I need that cash in full, motherfucker, huh

 

intro/hook 1:

hop in a whip to do what I do best,

coming to collect your debt, with a bullet proof vest

better pass them J's, to add to the check,

I keep it low key with a loud pack, zoning in just leave me be with a soundtrack

ever since K-I-D, I was viewed as an outcast,

 

verse 2:

cutting 'n building these records like an effigy, let's see how long they'll outlast, rising to the top of the food chain, no one in my lane to block that, we are not the same, I got the blood dripping down to the drum pad, step to the ring, let's drop the bling and leave the team and fist fight mano y mano,

the four bare knuckles ignite the match with the first strike, follow it up with a left right, right left, lights out, caught cold, took a hot minute to find my zone, but i'm back now never slack now, only focus on moving it forward, i'm keeping it going, the whole team dreaming of wipping in foreigns,

up too late, im high, we keep on soaring, pushing the thread of the envelope on the throttle of the DeLorean, ain't no way in hell there's a mortal alive that can tell when the story ends, reverse the 2:18 to begin it again, restart the car we'll run it again

hope to see you again on the other side... friend