Mostly freestyled lines, pre-written punches and some new ish. This is gonna be recorded.
Verse 1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6EkJCfS5Pc
Verse 2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPr3fsFpGqQ
Verse 3 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBowr4-k ... re=related
Camera-on-thee-ass of HER playing like I’m in the box
Stay in the making of Hip Hop boxing an ox
So I never stop, make the bull red to demonstrate I’m fly
Demons straight shy when they see me
Why do they even try to beat me
The beat and me believe in good deeds indeed
So we stay D O P E like we O D on weed
O, please, Z U, which is me, I drop bars
See you dropped far in the I C U
Lies equal you, which I see through
Like the I V through your veins
Money is an evil palindrome we live with it ashamed
Yet hands stay touching green like Shego
Your wife? She’ll G O, with this G, yo
‘cause I’m so sick, leaving you bumping Ne-yo
I’ll leave the game crying when I leave like Sean Bell
I’ll never fall like dropping leafs, son, dwell
Just a poor thread, in my portrait I kill
They could not run the game if it came with a treadmill
A threat? Nil, victory is mine
Mike Vick story, a dog fight will end in serving time
Behind my bars, just jump, I hate leaping
No biggie, this is just Faith speaking..
This is history in the making, I’m making
His story blatant -with the saying
That through this truth you’ll sense-Zu like a bean made for Saijins
Mental I maneuver through the sayings
And maintain these lit beats
I could maintain a flow even if I switched beats
Yes, I never touched Keys, I aint no Swizz Beats
So switch seats, and stop fronting
I’m Hip Hop hunting, I rock this beat something like the Thing
I’ll Be The One like The Thing Things
That’ll beam through a song without a sing sing
And make sure that there are no sins, since
I don’t fight pussies in the game, I aint no Ray J or Minaj
I stay erry day x-raying the façade
With an entourage, made from lyrics
That’ll fuck you up manege a trois
When I pop Chris, you can act like Benoit
So when I pop, moi, I don’t mean Spears
Nobody up there, it’s I alone
On my Cyclops tip, why Hip Hop clips
When you can roam home
With a CD playing making you see thee
Picture painted in 3D ‘till a vivid portrait is in pain and
Has the same end as the clip, damn
Of course y’all know how my bar-be dope like Minaj
Rap full of whores, like I’m looking in a ménage
Fuck the façade, it’s engarde punches as an entourage
I’ll yell touché, ‘cause Zu may turn this into mayday
If I fall, I just spring back up, ‘cause this is may day
I cause mayhem, so may.. uhm, everyone stay shun
What I spit is alive, call my pen a radio station
I cause chaos, call me Jason.. Statham
So I stack ‘em, attack ‘em, with tact and
Then I’ll strap ‘em and slap ‘em ‘cause I am
The master of this lyrical craft and running loud
Your music Asher Roth, it’s never coming out
‘’Get it?’’, I’m running my mouth, saliva Usain Bolt
And it’s hot like lava, fry the Husain colt
Putting terror in a ho, Zu’s sane yet cold, brain gold
Arabic, air static, and I am charismatic
I care too much to leave my ego in the attic
Care to see a ho leaping low slow acting asthmatic?
Nodding to the beat in between my legs?
Not in this beat no, I mean it’s my act so check
How I X-ray the fakeness and strip it naked, pause
When I say shit it’s blatant so I stay shift with the cause
‘’Get it?’’ now y’all?