(Zuby)
Yo It’s been a lot of talk since I came in the game, is he real is he fake can he hang with the claim can he really draw rein?/ or is he just vain with the big talk line shootin’ phrase he proclaims/ hmmm... let me think about that/ I think I’m the best what you think about that?/ my parables comparable to facelifts on replay tighter each time with the verse like a screenplay/ and I got heat, check with the DJ/ gimme any beat and I’ma ride like the freeway lyrical elite no track with the leeway / rhymes so dope, should be selling em on ebay/ on ebay dope fo shee-zay rhyme so hard but I flow so eas-ay/ look so good better check your bree-zay/ Shaodow let’s wreck this relay.

(Mr. ShaoDow)
They say I'm... Too posh to rap, I don't hop to that, get lost like the smoke monsters back... Drop the facts, squash your track, ruining your drive like 12 shots of jack, a bredder better move, tell a fella that we make hits like a bruise, ever ready for the pressure at the front of the line like p to the queues, it's hard to avoid it, when they see what's cooking they try foil it, but you can't be looking cos we boil it, i don't take the piss blud I take the toilet, its standard procedure, you make that one hit we'll make the keepers ... the only pop you hear's from your speaker, YBP not a clone I'm a leader.

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Maaan, we don’t care about you haters we come through like navigators we just do it for the faaaans/ we the dopest demonstrators lyrical administrators so we always in demaaaand/ you might see us in the paper you might hear it from your neighbour I don’t really give a daaaaamn/ just accept our style is greater you can think it now or later but one day you will understaaaaand

(Zuby)
We the dynamic duo, Robin and a Batman rap don’t work then I’m robbing with a bat man/ jeans hang low like a running with a gat fam gotta dough cuz I’m hungrier than Pac Man/ but I don’t eat fruit/ I eat MCs so I might eat you/ so when I come through better make some tunes or make some room I’ll displace you/ so much noise that you can’t talk, I’m so damn fly that you can’t gawk/ it’s no lie that this boy grinds I’m so far gone that you can’t walk/ stay on point no humane fault/ drop more bombs than Hussein’s vault/ can’t deny that they love I cuz I run tracks like Usain Bolt. Gone.

(Mr. Shaodow)
Back again from the Shaolin mountain, flow like a fountain drowning any MC that is doubting, hounding the mark my sound is surrounding, shao's in an art that's crowded I'm shouting, get a pen start crafting, grafting, never a half ting soon you'll be laughing, clevely mastering, fools will stay asking, heavily masking wounds they ain't last-ing, believe that it's draining no point sitting around and complaining, no point wishing for pounds and not claiming, no point hitting the tracks but not training, get crushed like a smoothie, you make the short film we'll make the movie, real music that's the aim and the duty, ShaoDow, Zuby spit like an Uzi.

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