Wrote some quick shit to that Tweet song ''Oops (Oh My)''
Beat: Tweet - Oops (Oh My) ft. Missy Elliott.
Oops,
Oh my, Emcee Zu, back at it again
Back to back with his pen
Ready to pinpoint where he stands
Been doing this since way back when
That’s when I ran like middle east
Renaissance ink dipped to ease
My pain by being an emcee
No chance for fakers I’ma prolong it
I’ll follow Beyonce’s advice on that new song hit
See your eye? I’ma put a ring on it
Too deep for y’all I can’t sink so I’ma top it
It’s time for me to hop back on it
Hip hop nonstop on that Tweet beat
Leaving ya in a Suge Knight seat
Tonight is gonna be a good night, indeed
I got a feeling that these emcee’s
Have to name at least one black eyed peace
In a song while sitting home
Talking ‘bout being stoned
So I call up John Mayer and say y’all can’t
And I’m not saying y’all Clark
Even during the day y’all still in the dark
I’m still in that park
Spitting unique hard shit like the chest of Stark
So I’ma check like bills from the start
Heck, I’m still on point like throwing darts
Still that dude that spits for fun
Still hoping on old hits to demonstrate I’m the one
This men straight like a female egg drop
Spitting tight like a female tank top
Ripping mics right like This Is It, ock
And it referring to real Hip Hop