Lyrical Driveby, Pt. 2 - Zuby

People wanna front I got them verbal spitting thang thangs

Laying busters down man shoot 'em up and bang bang

Don’t think the kid is hot the kid is hot you gotta get it through your brain

man

Cock 'em back and aim man shoot 'em up and bang bang

When they hear this track I got em saying ‘that's the same man…

Bad Man, boy is sick, lyrics he just maintains

Shooting with the kid now you should know you just can’t hang man

Rip it up like ‘dang man' shoot em up and bang bang

You see wack emcees running means the kid is up to something

Where’s he coming from and gunning from?

You cats had better hide

If you’re spitting wack rhymes, and you wanna test the Bad Man

I’ll pop you and I’ll drop you leave you looking like a sad man

Got some new flows and so I got some new weapons

Got a rapid fire flow and if I hit it leaves you breathless and on stage spray

like a twelve gauge in every direction

And everybody gets it I’m too reckless for discretion like my spit’s a Smith

and Wesson my technique is a tech

Bullets bustin out la boca then they hit you in your head

Then they hit you in your side and your back and your chest

If it’s me you wanna test you need a lyric proof vest

Cause the bullets that I fire they don’t settle in the flesh

And the kid will never tire till I’m mentioned with the best

Any block any reason any spot any season dog I pack my heat but mentally I’m

strapped to leave you leaking

Keeping you enthralled till I’m sneaking in the mall after that platinum

plaques and I’m peeping from the wall

Speak until I stall cuz I’m reaping til I fall cause hip hop is missing

something like a sack with no balls

Heh heh the game needs me

Now once upon a time this sucka tried to test me I got no issues when I’m

beefing with a wack emcee

He was talking real slick about the ice on his wrist

And to make the matters worse this jewellery didn’t exist

I got a call in the morning someone sending a warning

'Yo I found some fool boasting 'bout his non-existent earrings'

So I got up out my seat on patrol on the beat

'Yo he’s on the high street he said he’s tucking the heat'

Ain’t no problem cuz my flow’s about to tre-8 revolve him problem solve him you

ain’t balling and delivery stalling

Thanks for calling I’ve been waiting for this opportunity to show what happens

to a rapper when they stepping up to me

I spied him on the pavement man its already over heard you talking bout a

Maybach when you pushing a Nova

Suck thought he’d get away but I load up in one breath

Then I bust a hook and leave him shook the same as the rest

You underrated the kid I’m devastating you dig?

Mess around and you’ll get rearranged like chairs in the crib, what?

Yo, yo I can spit words quicker than the average man

And I can flip verbs rip em like a savage understand?

I’m sicker than you know and twice as clever as you think

So you people hold your breath and get concealed and don’t blink

Cause I’m leavin people screamin leanin morally speaking

I’m a demon keep 'em fiendin when I’m orally weaving

And you know I’m nice already but I hold the metal steady not the type to end

your life to type to make the song heavy

I’m hot like the equator I can hit 'em now or later love the mic and I’ma date

her take her out and I’ma rape her

From behind and I’ma break her I’ma rhyme and I’ma tape her

I’ma rap non-stop, till I fill your disc changer

Tell you what’s even stranger got the raise to raging danger but I’m far from

the creator just a killer teenager (that's me)

Everybody has a time and the future is mine

So I’ma keep spitting till my prime I’ma shine

You ain’t bustin these lines you ain’t crossin these lines I spit shine bottom

line man my flow is divine