Lyrics Lyrical Driveby, Pt. 2 - Zuby

Lyrical Driveby, Pt. 2

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