(Yah-hah)
Either sight impaired or your eyes been where the blindest stare,
Me and Zu running through to find this bear with sinus flares,
It’s do or die, suicide and this recruiters lies have me jumping from the highest stair,
It’s high up there but al least the view is nice,
Success in death is nice only if you do it twice,
I’m screaming curse words that hurt worse now that I’m through with life,
I take my feelings place my feelings on this shelf reduced to please her,
Now I'm typin writing with my self-induced amnesia,
Welcome to the siezure or well-improved teacher with helme-proof features,
Carrying hell's removed creatures in a cell for two weeks yer,
Elven root features are meaningless,
I transform into a wolf like haha fuck twilight,
What nightlife? It's my life Stabbin Jacob with my knife,
Like Fuck you I'm the true native who's roots traded for a used fragrance,
Lurkin in the shadows used blatant knives two-bladed, wise with my hair loose braided,
At hell's door like who's waiting I've knocked it like 3 times,
At heavens floor like who's staying I've offered like 3 times,
Sittin at your computer tryin to read my letters with the speed of leopards,
Staring through my blindspots now I can see no better,
So I dream to catch her with my beads and feather so we can see the weather.
The beasts of night transform into the clash of wolves,
The traps we pull are sick enough to bash your skull,
It's actual, your death is in vain when it's death from my fangs,
It's said when your game all you are is left out to hang,
(Zu)
The aura revolves, we fly like seagulls, whenever we form
Yeah, we, wolves, a grand dagger emcee storm
We to clever to fuck with you bitches-
We don’t crash digits like we used to play golf
Wolves stay bombing like we always gulf
I hit you mo’ often than the buzz of a hook with Trey Songz
I sent ‘em to the afterlife after three like I may palm-
A napalm bomb, you just front on every song
Fronting? Yeah, which you’re the master of
‘cause those guns will never come out the closet like Asher Roth
I’m faster, I’m rough and I’m sure I’ll be
On top ‘cause there aint no real pressure see
I don’t fuck with you inmature emcees I aint no Pleasure P
You better be following the leader, call me Eric B
It’s my era, flee, yeah, you wack, very..
You couldn’t be calling me names if you had Zu on ya Black Berry