Are You Down With Zuby (FREE EP)

by Zuby

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'Are You Down With Zuby?' is a free EP for new Zuby fans! It contains 7 of his best tracks from 2008-2012.


released October 17, 2017

All songs written by Zuby.


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Zuby UK

Zuby is an independent rapper who grew up in Saudi Arabia and graduated from Oxford University.

He is known for his intelligent wordplay and inspirational lyrics. Zuby has sold over 25,000 albums independently, reached #12 on the iTunes Hip-Hop Chart and amassed over 50,000 followers on social media.
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Track Name: Countdown
Are you down with Zuby?
Say who is he? Better believe
Right here with he, so you can see
I’m owning the team, controlling the scene
Come rolling with me, unfolding the dream.
Say who is he? Better believe
Right here with he, so you can see
I’m owning the team, controlling the scene
Come rolling with me, uh.

(Z!) say who is he?
(U!) better believe
(B!) right here with he
(Y!) so you can see
(Me!) I’m owning the team
(We!) controlling the scene
(You!) come rolling with me
(We!) unfolding the dream
(Ten!) I’m a hustler my friend
(Nine!) I get it I grind
(Eight!) from morning to late
(Seven!) don’t stop till eleven
(Six!) chasing Lizzie, no chicks
(Five!) I’ll sleep when I die
(Four!) rap I’m serving it raw
(Three, two, one)

[Verse 1]
Lyrical icon, physically fit
Syllable python, miracle wit
Critical hit non-critical crews
Kill and criticise one syllable fools
Seminal thoughts, analytical moves
Never tolerate hypocritical views
If you want to grow then you’ve gotta eat food
So if you want to blow then you’ve gotta pay dues
I don’t know about y’all, I don’t know about he
Twenty-six letters homes, I just know about ‘Z’
Don’t get it twisted, I ain’t talking ’bout heat
Pop four holes through your grill like an Audi
Cuz you chat air and a brother needs room
Match and one flare and I’m go finna go (boom!)
CEO, now a mini tycoon
Trust if it’s meant to be then it’ll be, soon…

My feeling’s in my music, there’s nothing fabricated
So if you want to know me, just listen to this statement
Cuz I’ve been grinding long, sometimes I get frustrated
Cuz I want so much more, so sick of being patient
I’m grateful to my fans, y’all keep me motivated
Cuz yo this industry, is sort of rapper racist
No opportunity, truthful not exaggerated
Try to weigh us down cuz they don’t want to see us elevated
I don’t know why we’re hated, support is so belated
Cuz I’ve just been on tour, headline not annotated
Hundreds of miles from home, but people congregated
Took a pic with every fan so they know they’re appreciated
They told me I’m a legend, some say I’m overrated
How can I be overrated when you critic’s over-jaded?
But y’all some dream-killers, player haters, over-weighted
Hate me cuz I broke all of the rules you thought were consecrated

And I don’t mind some fame, long as I have my freedom
I’ll never join the lame cuz single-handedly I’ll beat em
You’re hiding from the rain, to me it’s just some water
Look into the psyche of the brother of my mother’s daughter
And I was raised to never lie and never steal
Rappers overuse the phrase but they don’t ever keep it real
In the booth they get immoral off the stereo hype
Listen to Zuby in monaural cut the stereotype, chyea!

But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach the dream then it wasn’t meant to be
But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach the dream then it wasn’t meant to be
But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach the dream then it wasn’t meant to be
But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
Get it eventually…

[Chorus x 2]

But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach my dream then it wasn’t meant to be
But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach my dream then it wasn’t meant to be
But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach my dream then it wasn’t meant to be
But if it’s meant to be, get it eventually
If I don’t reach my dream then it wasn’t meant to be.
Track Name: Go Hard Or Go Home
[Verse 1]
If I’m hungry then I’m eating y’all are permanently Ramadan/ a charming rap phenomenon no qualm to bomb on any song/ fire that I’m bringing’s like I flipped and got my shotty on/ I’m sick of rappers singing leave the chorus to Omarion/ y’all are one dimensional, surface of a polygon/ rap about the party but there’s more to life than totty thong/ go and get your party on yeah I get my party on/ people know I party strong but this ain’t a party song/ hot cuz I rock with talk you can not/ I don’t pop lock and drop I don’t lean I don’t rock/ but they love when I rock from my block to your block/ you can not think I’m hot cuz I’m real you are not / I’m cooking up a little flame building up a little name/ working up a little fame to get into the bigger game/ killing them with silly talk hit with even bigger drops/ now you know that I’m the man go and buy a bigger watch.

Go hard or go home, go hard or go home, go hard or go home, go hard or go home
Cuz you don’t really really want this (nah fam!) You don’t really really want this (nah fam!)
Go hard or go home, go hard or go home, go hard or go home, go hard or go home
Cuz you don’t really really want this (nah fam!) Do you really really want this?

[Verse 2]
I’m a champ to the peon, literally beyond/ most of ya’ll cats so I don’t need a crutch to lean on/ this is like a theme song, real honest spitting/ put my life behind bars and I ain’t ever see a prison/ clean honest living even though I’ve heard that crime pays/ 9 thousand 900 and 99 ways/ but you get locked for 999 strays/ no girls no fam 999 days/ hot cuz I got what I’ve got from the talk/ it was not from the rock even less from the pot/ I will not talk the talk ‘less walk what I talk/ you can not think I’m hot cuz I’m real you are not/ come through like plizow! bust raps like rizounds/ laughing at you buddy cuz you’re acting like a clizown/ tell me what’s the meaning too intelligent for beefing/ they’re try to keep my people down I want to know the reason.


[Verse 3]
You just a little man, you want a bigger name/ so you bought a bigger watch and you bought a bigger chain/ you bought a little bub to impress a pretty dame/ now you think that you the man, you think that you the man/ you just a little man, you want a bigger name/ so you rap about the pistol and you rap about the ‘caine/ you want to be a thug you can’t really do the claim/ but you think that you the man, you think that you the man/ you a rookie not a veteran bars are like a sedative/ if you think you’re ill, I’m a doctor with the medicine/ turn to Zuby Radio I’m killing every station/ only wack dudes listen to your tunes for inspiration/ think that you the man but we can see your fronting/ record a hundred mixtapes and managed to say nothing/ don’t ever think I’m bitter life is sweet so keep stunting/ Zuby is a heavy hitter all you cats can keep bunting.

Track Name: Too Many
Too many highs and too many lows
Too many lies and too many woes
Too many rhymes and too many flows
Too many lines and too many shows
Too many guys and too many hoes
Too many rise and too many rose
Too many bends and too many roads
Too many friends and too many foes

[Verse 1]
It’s your boy Zuby and you know I stay moving
Lyrics stay cruising, verbal abusing
Vocal illusions, Copperfield tricks
Leave focal contusions, proper real hits
You know I’m not losing, know I’m improving
Gotta stay up so you know I’m not snoozing
Mind made up so you know I’m not choosing
Grind game up so the units keep moving
Brain in the game, just like Sudoku
Running through lames like the tape that I go through
Came in the game with an aim for the fame
And my name never changed I’ma rain on the game
Leave a stain on the frame, same with the name
Hot lines, got mines, staying in the lane
Changing the game like I change in the lanes
No Range, no ‘caine, no chain, no fame no
You cats ain’t got no game no, my raps ain’t got no feign
Heavy vibe, clever jibe, honestly I never lie
Don’t need no consolation, got so much innovation
So while you contemplating Zuby built a strong a strong foundation (chyeeea!)
I came to shock the nation (chyeeea!)
I came to rock your station (chyeeea!)
I came to drop quotations brighter than the constellations
Zuby’s got the sickest flow
Zuby’s got the sickest shows
Y’all people better fricking know
That Zuby’s gonna fricking blow.

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2]
Now the truth I’m ‘bout to leak it, Zuby’s seeping through your speakers
They speaking I’m the deepest, tell your people they can peep it
Got problems they can keep it, I can’t solve it I don’t need it
But you haters best believe it when I’m speaking words are heeded
Like fresh air in the game, yes that breath is often needed
Get some press and often greeted
Never stressed and less than heated
Some say I’m underrated, know the glow is most incredible
So yo it’s never faded yo the flow is most indelible (chyeeea!)
And I’m back in the race and I’m back in the place
With a track you relate to a plaque in the case
Like a rat in the race with a bat to your face
I’ll be back to replace filling cracks in the space
Raps with the pace with the tact and the grace
And the tracks that I lace put the facts in your face
Stacks that I make put it back in the safe
And the wax that I break bring it back with the bass
Say you got guns, what do you believe in?
Say you got funds, what are you achieving?
Say you straight stunt, do you front for a reason?
Image is clear we don’t see it for a reason
I got bars that people feel
Zuby’s sick when holding steel
Lyrical with mass appeal
And Zuby’s gonna keep it real. (chyeeea!)

[Chorus x 2]

Chyeeea! The Unknown Celebrity. Are you down with Zuby?
I’m done man, I’m out.
Track Name: Look At Me Now
Chyeeea! Uh, I’m feeling good right now man
(Chyea, chyea, look at me now baby, chyea, chyea, look at me now)
It’s been a long time like, I feel like the past couple of years I’ve come so far
But I’ve still got a long way to go to get to where I want to be, if that makes sense
It’s kind of like I’ve gone from zero to sixty but we’re trying to get to two hundred right about now
(Chyea, chyea, look at me now baby, chyea, chyea, look at me now)
But this is the song we’re going to sing when we get there.

[Verse 1]
Hustling, grinding, struggling, striving
Want it then you’ve got to be
Trying to get my numbers up, harder than the lottery
I don’t care about the car I’m trying to get the property
So I’m not buying out the bar I’m trying to set up properly
I expect adversity I live to overcome it
Forgotten anniversary you’re gonna get confronted
My growth is exponential I’ll be rocking till I’ve won it
Cuz my flow is presidential I’m Barack-ing till I run it (chyeeea!)
The story of my life, I could office it and cake it
But that glory’s not my type I want the opposite of basic
I’m trying to be a superstar, a king of all the places
Pulled the jokers out my deck and now I’m rolling with some aces
Made fans along the way, so I’ve gotta make it pay
I’ll put in 20 hour days as if a worked in M&A
Now I’m five years in the game I’ve seen a little glimpse of fame
But would love to reach the stage where honeys flipping off the name.

You kicked me when I was down, wouldn’t help me off the ground
You said I would never make it and I wouldn’t fit the crown but
(Ayyyyyy!) Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now baby!
(Ayyyyyy!) Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now!
We started at the bottom they thought we were gonna stop
So we’re working even harder till we make it to the top like
(Ayyyyyy!) Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now baby!
(Ayyyyyy!) Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now!

[Verse 2]
My talent’s cultivated I’m too smart to be gangster
I’ve got too much education and know way too many bankers
My shares could be the greatest, I’ve got fame on my to do list
And I’m ready for the ride I’ve got my drink I’ve got my Rubik’s
Some say my life’s amazing is that really what it seems?
Just a brother working extra hard to super-size my dreams
It ain’t easy people see me, some tell me that they feel me
The other day a kid I met told me he wants to be me
I just smirked like ‘Do you really want to be him?’
All I do is eat and work and rap and go to the gym
So if you want some awesome abs then I can show you how to get em
But learn to block a jab they’ll only knock you if you let ‘em
You can work until you’re greying but there’s always someone richer
And lift until you’re straining but there’s always someone bigger
So learn to count your blessings, try to see the bigger picture
You can’t run the streets forever cuz there’s always someone fitter.


[Verse 3]
Yo, I walk a narrow road that shapes the thoughts behind the words I write
Alone all in my zone my heart is feeling like the coldest night
I’m getting older right? I’m getting colder right?
It’s like I don’t care what you feel, long as I know my flows are tight
That ain’t completely right, integrity is honesty
Hate you to think I’m bitter and if so accept apology
Bare all like a nudist never been a fan of modesty
So even when I’m cruel at least you know I’m speaking honestly
Everybody’s fluent, just a few will listen properly
And everybody’s foolish that’s the problem with democracy
Telling me to vote, vote for what? I need a proper scheme
No human is superior though everybody wants to be
Yup, including me, why think I’m rapping?
Why you think I’m in this booth? Cuz if you wait then nothing happens
This song’s for everybody with a goal who’s trying to make it
And every single person with a dream who didn’t chase it.

[Chorus x 2]
Track Name: Unbelievable
Bad Man, Bad Man. Ha ha ha. ‘Not Decided’ on the beat.
Are you down with Zuby? Let’s go get ’em again.

[Verse 1]
Bad Man, nobody ever fazed me
Get it how you live but you cats are just lazy
Uh huh, nobody else made me
DIY till I die or they pay me
And they say my bars crazy
Numbers on the rise like mixed race babies
You can’t say they don’t rate me
South to the North see the fans that I’m making?
Strange accent, American or is he?
Didn’t grow up London so don’t sound like Dizzee
Name another cat who spits loud this pretty
Put up pounds like Fiddy and move round like Diddy
Yeah and they say the boy’s witty
Very well spoken but I flow gritty
Don’t be acting stupid if you see me in your city
Just show a little love we can chill, dig me?

Chyea, chyea, chyea, chyea
It’s unbelievable (chyea)
It’s unbelievable (chyea)
It’s unbelievable (chyeeea!)
It’s unbelievable (chyea)
It’s unbelievable (chyea)
It’s unbelievable (chyeeea!)

[Verse 2]
Verse two, pay it with the debit
Line sounds crisp and you know I gotta get it
Huh? but you’ve got no bars
Minimal reception, very little credit homes
Look, so please just dead it
Came to make music, bickering forget it
Should be on a track trying to verse it up and edit
But you all up in my face like you want a paramedic
Look at you, you can’t see me
And I’m not you, you can’t be me
Make one sale, I see 3
Smart black male, IC3
Tight ass flow, ICV
One six pack, no CV
Run that back, what you’ll see
Is a genius at work, real MC.

Track Name: Return Of The Bad Man
Chyeeea! Ha ha ha ha, you know we had to do it again right? It’s the Return of The Bad Man. I got em.

[Verse 1]
Yo, it’s nothing new don’t get confused, the flow is unmistakeable apparently it’s hateable but talent’s not debateable/ you back with the blessed yeah you back with the best (yes!)/ it’s The Bad Man, nothing less heck did you expect?/ I’m not known for being modest don’t go complimenting me bro (nah)/ I’ve got a lovely flow I think it complements my ego (ha ha)/ a thousand miles to go and still I’m coming up from below run a hundred miles or so I’m never turning back to zero (never)/ work to stack dinero till I boss it like Pacino never play the mobster role but I can hustle like a hero (chyea)/ maximum libido blows a track like a torpedo I’m exploding on the scene and can’t nobody call a veto (chyeeea!)/ They’re calling me a savage, I’d hate to be the average Zuby’s got the raddest deoxyribonucleic acid (chyeeea!)/ so blame it on genetics physically I’m too athletic lyrically I’m so poetic make em sicker than emetics (eww!)

Ayo I’m sick call me (Bad Man)
Cuz I spit like a (Bad Man)
And I move like a (Bad Man)
And I’m smooth like a (Bad Man)
Y’all don’t like me that’s too (Bad Man)
Wanna hate that’s too (Bad Man)
Compared to me you just (Bad Man)
It ain’t my fault you just (Bad Man)
Ayo I’m sick call me (Bad Man)
Cuz I spit like a (Bad Man)
And I move like a (Bad Man)
And I’m smooth like a (Bad Man)

[Verse 2]
They know my style they love my rhymes it’s like a gift and a curse/ cuz they rewind so many times they know my scripts in reverse (ok)/ so when I try to rap forward, they never sing it back to me I’m going over heads like ‘dope fricking I’m did I what see’ (damn)/ Think I’m not brolic? (woo!) Homes I can’t call it/ but in the booth and gym I’m propping bars like alcoholics (chyeeea!)/ I’m like a hundred grand in cash without a fricking wallet cuz i can’t afford to spend it and I can’t afford to haul it/ if I said that I was average (hmm) I’d be a little liar (ha ha)/ so ask me bout my music and I’ll say I’m spitting fire/ and telling me I’m dope is just like preaching to the choir no I’m not my biggest fan but I would cry if I retired/ and I don’t even drink cuz life is trippy when I’m sober/ sometimes I hate the game but I’ll be in it till it’s over (chyea)/ for now I’m chasing fame so I’ma roam like Motorola till I’ve got a billion fans and bigger brand than Coca-Cola


[Verse 3]
It’s acid that I’m seeping out the fountain of my speaking/ like pyroclastic creeping through the mountain while you’re sleeping try to block me while I’m dreaming and I’ll rock you while your scheming/ leave your doubt in A&E and kill your spite over the weekend (damn)/ to rappers I’m a threat they keep my music in the stash/ hide my CD from your girl I might seduce her with a track (ha ha)/ She listened to my album now she thinks you’re kind of wack (chyea)/ your girl is like virginity she’s never coming back (ooh)/ if you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son/ I’ve got 99 problems but a honey isn’t one (nah)/ they come and go like exes I’ve got bigger things to stress/ texting me to beat again and I ain’t even JLS (chyeeea!)/ L’Oreal I’m worth it verse perfected to a T/ no I never said I’m perfect but I’m good at being me/ I’m the dopest demonstrator, oral administrator, microphone detonator dominate like Devastator/ stay stacked ready for action, strapped ready to blast ‘em with a lyrical shotty, point blank blow back your body


Chyeeea! We did it again! The Bad Man is back in full effect. Version 2.0, bigger, better, faster, stronger. Hold tight everybody who’s been supporting me. Are you down with Zuby? Yo I’m out of here man. You can talk all you want I’m just gonna stay in my lane.
Track Name: The Same Ones
Mic check one two/ yo I’d like to give a big shout out to everybody who’s been supporting me so far/ u know it’s kind of funny being an upcoming artist in this music game u know, not everybody wants to show u love/ but the crazy thing is u know when the see u on the TV and in the magazines/ it’s gonna be the same ones that ignored u that are running back right? (chyea)/ so check it out yo.

[Verse 1]
Getting closer to perfection with the tightest flow injection ‘gainst the grain to etch a name and kicking game like David Beckham (yup)/ teach without a lecture what you’re hearing is progress/ speech is for your pleasure so I’m keeping the vox fresh/ mine are special people they say Zuby’s got next cuz I come with special features like your DVD box-set/ say "I’m down with Zuby" taking names to make an army they love my music making waves the flow is like tsunami (chyeeea!)/ a natural disaster but it’s actually mastered how I intercourse with instrumentals sexually faster (woo)/ make love to beats and drumming unprotected breaks are minimal (uh huh)/ so when I say I’m coming understand it might be literal (ha ha!)/ and I’m not pulling out I think I’m seeded in this game and I’m achieving what I aim because I’m needed in this game (chyea)/ some say that I’ll be rich cuz I’m slick with the wit (chyea)/ some say that life’s a bitch but I still wanna hit (ha ha!).

We all gotta go but who wants to be forgotten?
To take it to the top you gotta make it from the bottom
You see the ones that’s hating when you pitch in the street
But it’s the same ones that claiming when you rich off the beat
Cuz they doubt you when you’re going up
Doubt you when you’re slowing up
Suddenly you’re blowing up
Suddenly they’re showing up

(I bet the same cats that’s laughing while I’m chasing my dream will be the ones asking for something if I’m major on the scene).

[Verse 2]
Now you know in my reality my life is what these verses be a young black man fresh out of Oxford University (I did it)/ always a minority I gotta represent (uh huh)/ gotta let u people know we’ve got the knowledge and the strength (chyea)/ I reach across the static with a waiver of authority/ flow is automatic ain’t no hater out there stalling me (no) see I’ma keep moving (yeah)/ you’re gonna keep losing (yeah)/ I go beyond the music these are jewels that I’m diffusing/ cards are dealt at random so complain but u can’t change them man I’ll never really blame them say it took an ace to make him/ claim the kid is faking try to frame him when u name him (what?)/ in truth u need some targets and some lessons on your aiming/ still I flow regardless in the mental I’m the hardest my credentials are the smartest I’m a hip hop artist (chyeeea!)/ so listen to my scripture and conceptualise a whisper/ I’m drawing when I’m talking time to visualise the picture.


(I bet the same girl that blanks me when I hustle CDs will be the one claiming she loves me when I’m on the TV)

[Verse 3]
We all gotta hustle (uh)/ we all gotta give (uh)/ we all gotta struggle (uh)/ we all gotta live/ everybody wants to rake it everybody wants to shine/ everybody wants to make it but nobody wants to grind (no)/ see me on the hustle every season for my passion man I strive to make it double that’s the reason for my action (yeah)/ prove the doubters wrong will be the greatest satisfaction (uh huh) when they out and hear my song and and they wanna claim a fraction I don’t care for their reaction (nah)/ don’t know if I’ll be famous/ I know my fans relating cuz they say I’m like the greatest (for real)/ and even music critics want to buy some Zuby stocks (yup!)/ and even indie kids are saying Zuby frickin’ rocks (ha ha)/ Some say I go the harder way to me it’s just the smarter way/ I’ma get em shook when crossing over like I’m Hardaway cuz I’m a big issue (chyea)/ like visions for the homeless don’t procrastinate your life boy I’m living for the moment.


(I bet the same ones that didn’t wanna give me reviews will be the ones claiming they made me when I’m big in the news)


And that’s real.

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