I couldn't sleep last night, so I started to write some shit untill I felt like sleeping.
30 bars, feedback appreciated.
-A.M Bars-
It’s emcee Zu, jotting and plotting
Youz a pussy; instead of a gun you got a dick you cock-in
So wake up, you sleeping on dude, which’s rude
I run this shit, like a marathon on high altitude
Dude, I’m not just fly, I’m senator Petrelli
They dying to beat me, I tell ‘em go masturbate on a cemetery
I’m killing any-one who’s against me, ya’ll can’t help ‘em
I’ll takeover the underground, and call it taking of the Pelham
My lines are so dope, I could probably sell ‘em
I should probably tell ‘em, if guns make you dance hard core
Then you better evacuate when I cascada the dance floor
They asked for a shady ride, I’ll give ‘em one bar for bar
If you realize you trying to be ‘em? Double you like a german car
That way you’ll at least make the race interesting for me
Ya’ll sleeping like the France, can’t pass me, so I just say door-me
They bore me, I can’t get no extra glory if I fight a bed time story
Haters are that fake, I almost fall asleep tryna put them a sleep
For good though, guess that’s the definition of slept on, jeez
Ya’ll know I run this shit, w/ my fitted on
Don’t tell me what to do, ‘cause I coach back like louis vuitton
It is on, those chumps act hard while they know we’ll bag ‘em quick
‘cause we got mo’ pumps than the closet in beckham’s wife’s crib
I kill swift, even w/ a sub-par verse
Talk shit and the Generals will surround your city like suburbs
Ya’ll cursed and rolling of a slope, bullet’s is what I send ‘em
I kill all those hill-figures w/ a tommy, you can call it denim
I offend ‘em, ‘cause I breath fabulous
They low, so I leave ‘em confused like Canibus
And it is convoluted like vertigo, better design ya grave logo
‘cause on the mic ya’ll fade away to that white like vitilgo