Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zuul, artist - Doctor ZygoteDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Zuul |
| Gandolf… grand |
| Diesel Burt Reynolds in the Trans Am |
| Metaphor man of steel |
| Amateur jack of all trades gettin' secatoured |
| The return of Professor X to ya resumes |
| I’m reppin' OTTZ |
| My effigies lit' up on the screen like Apollo Creed |
| Polythene pack, body baggin |
| Toe tag rappers bring 'bout change through my policies |
| McSpazatron knucklehead |
| Tensed up while I’m bar spittin' like a dog snarlin' |
| I javelin this pigs ear to the page |
| Intellects properties I protect sprays scotch guard it |
| This is button man repertoire |
| Dunce hat flows I’m sick to the back teeth |
| I bring that break neck speed till ya spine snap |
| Now rewind that like I’m stoker blood on the leaves |
| Creepin' into the back of your mind |
| I white widow ya doors riddled with remorse |
| Seepin' into them cobbles of ya memory lanes |
| I 5 Michelin star riffin' that 3 course |
| Analogist, anthropologists |
| Stand and acknowledge it’s under the cap |
| Under the ground and out to the sun |
| The thunder and lightning I brung in abundance from the front to the cap |
| Analogist, anthropologists |
| Stand and acknowledge it’s under the cap |
| Under the ground and out to the sun |
| The thunder and lightning I brung in abundance |
| Yo, Yo |
| Back to life, backed your own reality |
| Back to the lab, dissecting a Greys anatomy |
| Back to the grill again, back to the future island of Gilligan |
| Back to the true desires of sicker men |
| Grip the neck, squeeze till the head pops |
| Insects worship on bended knees to the Xbox |
| I worship the Sega god with the blue fur |
| My mother’s Lara Lor-Van, my father’s Lex Luther |
| The Daxamite in the Phantom Zone |
| I stand alone, mad selfies on the camera phone |
| Genuflect, all hail the Mr Kill |
| Chicks say I’m hard to swallow similar to a bitter pill |
| This is ill like Aids related pneumonia |
| You say you have the real but haters say it’s zirconia |
| I got the Superman cold crush diamond |
| Under no illusion, I’m a old fuck rhymin' |
| Got the pimped out zimmer frame turbo |
| You wanna know the time? |
| Get a bigger name journo |
| Word bro, my body’s in the South East |
| My heart is in the North West, Im' tryna be on South Beach |
| Never tryna be without heat |
| Even my neighbours say «Could you turn it up louder please» |
| Rock Zool on the Genesis |
| On the Pegasus, got tools for the nemesis |
| Zool on the Genesis |
| On the Pegasus, got tools for the nemesis |
| More action |
| I’m signallin' the UFO’s down for more landings |