Perseverance: The Best of Zuby

by Zuby

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flow.ctrl If you ain’t grinding while listening to this, I don’t know what you’re doing. Best motivating album for getting in some reps or long drives. Favorite track: Getting Mine (Ft. Wanz).

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1.	Perseverance 04:18	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] Uh, mic check yo Ha, we still here? Still going strong yeah? Ha ha Are you down with Zuby? Chyeeea! [Chorus] I will not go pop I will not go soft When I say no, means no (no) This is true hip-hop I do not flip flop When I say flow, mean flow (flow) This is perseverance, this is perseverance This is perseverance, this is perseverance (chyea) I will not go pop I will not go soft When I say no, means no (no) This is true hip-hop I do not flip flop When I say flow, mean flow (flow) This is perseverance, this is perseverance This is perseverance, this is perseverance (chyeeea!) [Verse 1] Uh, this is perseverance I've been on the rhyme since I made a first appearance I been on the grind never waited for the clearance Life is all the time so I'm gonna live it fearless Yeah, and people gonna hear this Made a little name with a vision and coherence Never been a lame no I'm closer to a genius Knowledge in my brain chalk it up to the experience Still I’m not rich but at least I ain't broke Never sell dreams cuz I'd rather sell hope People so lost in the mirrors and the smoke Think I'd be a realer bloke if I said I sold dope (nope) But my fans will tell you that I'm awesome I started selling and they bought 'em I told them 'gettemmm' and I got ‘em So if you want dope bars that is not problem It's time to put the needles on the wax Rock hard like I got The Beatles in the back Go soft make an easy living off the map Or I can go hard like fricking cheetah on the track I'm grinding from a zero to a stack And I'm talking about deniro getting jacked If Wakanda needs a new king I'ma go hard to be the leader of the pack A needle in a stack and I'm a fiending to attack Not a baller no T'challa but a hero and I'm black I'm an eagle to a rat, verbal demon on a track I'm a scholar and a brawler, you don't feel it then you're wack You're always talking evil in your rap I'm trying put my meanings on the map I gave you 12 rules for life and kept my room clean I'm the Jordan Peterson of rap (chyeeea, bucko) [Chorus] [Verse 2] And I believe what I prophesise So I don't apologise Unless I do wrong, I don't bow to the mob I don't live to antagonise But, they say I'm too outspoken They wonder if I'm joking Look, a little bit is jest but I say what I feel man I'm real and I'm open Trust in God but I live in the physical Selfish thoughts but I give in the lyrical Thought cops hot want my speech to be criminal Lies get fought when I speak the political (why?) I am not left-wing I am not right-wing I just know all these things I know You cannot label me you can't put shame on me When I say go means go Fresh, I step into the premises Kick dope rhymes and they love how I'm expressing it Hop online and reply to all the messages Gotta spend time man I'm grateful that you cherish it Don't talk crap no I'd rather be irrelevant Can't play dumb, people know that I'm intelligent See me up, late night, big beard, Letterman 12 years deep now I'm flowing like a veteran (chyeeea!) Dudes show love now I'm moving up in eminence Girls show love cuz they're feeling all the pleasantness Got huge dreams I could never be a pessimist (nah) Too much love I could never be a feminist (ha ha) Girl, stop looking all incredulous I am not a bad man I am not your nemesis Always had a mega drive, take it back to genesis Worked so hard, time to reap a couple benefits (chyeeea!) [Chorus] Chyeeea!
2.	Remember The Name 03:23	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus] I am the man, sick with the slang, slick and I'm destined for fame (fame) Do for the fam, not for the Gram, stunt and your destined for pain (pain) I do not front, I do not scam, put some respect on my name (name) Sick like Cobain, click and I bang, y'all gon' remember the name (ayy!) Y'all gon' remember the name (ayy!) Y'all gon' remember the name (ayy!) Y'all gon' remember the name (ayy!) Y'all gon' remember the name I am the man, sick with the slang, slick and I'm destined for fame Sick like Cobain, click and I bang, y'all gon' remember the name [Verse 1] I am the man, one with a plan, slick and I'm destined for fame (fame) Do for the fam, not for the Gram, stunt and you’re destined for pain (pain) I do not front, I do not scam, you can throw dirt on my name (name) Thought I was done? Thought I was lost? Thought I was sick of the game? (nah) When I was down, you were so out, you should be fricking ashamed (ashamed) Rule number one, I'm never done, spit till I'm richer than Wayne (Wayne) I'ma go nuts, I'ma go HAM, I'ma go flicker the flame (uh) If you don't know, then understand, Zuby is sick in the brain (chyea) You want to rap but your flow is inferior Nothing to say but your rims and interior So many lies trying to fit the criteria I just do me with no motive ulterior I'm making fans cuz my rapping superior Trying to get green like the flag of Nigeria I'll do a show in the midst of Siberia Then spit a flow for the people of Syria This is hysteria, iller material Another beat killed so the murder is serial Said I was coming but they were not hearing us Now the beat drumming and people delirious (chyeeea!) Ladies they love me but say I'm too serious Work way too hard and I act too mysterious But love the kid cuz the flow is imperious (yes!) [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm still the man, I never ran, unless I ran to the rain (rain) Never sell out, never give up, never give in to the pain (pain) Learned from my dad, cuz he's the man, I'm putting strength on his name (name) I understand, came from a land, there wasn't too much to gain (gain) Grew from a lad, into the man, that you're now witnessing spraying (spraying) When people ask how I maintain, I tell em fitness and praying (praying) God is my man, this is His plan, if you don't get what I'm saying (saying) I'm trying do good, trying to give back, trying to do more than sustain But the rap game smoke and mirrors and trickery If it's not trapping it's murder and misery I am not stressing I'm pressing for victory y'all wearing dresses to get some publicity They say I'm dope but I lack visibility Could dumb it down for the sake of simplicity I made a movement for every ethnicity Fans are militia I'm building my military! This is ability, heavy delivery I am not giving up you are not killing me Haters would love to see Zuby get pilloried React like Ghetts and spit heavy artillery Ar! Ar! What you call disaster I call a light injury Can't make excuses I'm trying to make history Can't make excuses I'm trying to make history! [Chorus]
3.	Goonie Flow 03:21	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] I be in the studio, watching all these videos Budget like it’s movie dough, all these rappers booty though Looking kind of fruity yo, MC call of duty bro Put away the Zuby flow, kill them with the Goonie Flow! [Verse 1] Venomous cyclone faster to flip (chyea) Eminent mic flow passion to spit (chyea) Villainous psyche compassion I skip (chyea) Thriller like Michael, jacked and I’m fit (chyea) And I’m quite sick no venereal iller Got to write scripts like a serial thriller Better get rich like imperial scrilla Cuz I make hits like a serial killer Black on black with the fashion to flip (chyea) I’ma make stacks with a passion to quip (chyea) Give me one take and I’m back with a script (chyea) Leave me one break and I’m back with a hit (chyea) Give me one fake and I’m back with a stick With his dome on a spike and a sack with his hips And his back and his lips unattached from his wits Cuz he gassed he was sick so I smashed him to bits Now he’s dashed in the six and I’m mashing the whip Doing one-sixty blasting The Clipse Thrashing the strip hit a patch with no grip Spun around three times and I crashed in a ditch Act and I split like a slash in a stitch Got a gash that’ll last and a rash from the hit But I’m faster than Vick so I dashed to the sticks To a hatch in a patch where I crashed and I hid For 48 hours where the roaches are majority Hate hiding like a coward but my freedom is priority Said they found two bodies and I’m wanted by authorities A rapper and a DJ who was constantly ignoring me (chyeeea) [Chorus] I be in the studio, watching all these videos Budget like it’s movie dough, all these rappers booty though Looking kind of fruity yo, MC call of duty bro Put away the Zuby flow, kill them with the Goonie Flow! I be in the studio, watching all these videos Budget like it’s movie dough, all these rappers booty though! Looking kind of fruity yo, MC call of duty bro Put away the Zuby flow, kill them with the Goonie Flow! [Verse 2] Y’all got a mil in dough? I got a million flows Open a million doors and kill a million more Pussy is power in back of the brain (chyea) Pushing the power and packing the pain (chyea) Sinister shower to sadden the shame (chyea) Sinning is sour and sapping the sane (chyea) People like “Zuby you’re rapping insane!” (chyea) Angry like y’all took a crap in my lane (ha ha) Ripping up flowers and smashing the pane And I’m killing you cowards and capping the lame Flow like I’m boating and I’m openly gloating I’m openly scoping and hope I’m provoking You hope that I’m joking, I poke and you’re soaking I’m choking your throat like the smoking you’re toking (oh my gosh) I’m dope and you’re broken my flow got you open Industry terrible, rappers are hopeless Focus and notice I float like a lotus Above the mainstream while you ford like a Focus (chyeeea!) You rappers are jokers Beat is complete but the rapping is bogus Talk all you want about me but I’m killing it Want to not move to this beat but you’re feeling it I’ll get ahead of this heat till I’m winning it Stacking up bread overhead that’s con-ceiling it Wake up the dead with a track they so riveted I make a bed for a beat and I chill in it Skill is definitive never derivative Thinking ahead you’ll rewind it unlimited (chyeeea! ha ha ha) Catch up. [Chorus] Are you down Zuby?
4.	Getting Mine (Ft. Wanz) 03:55	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] (Hustling, struggling, bubbling, doubling Hustling, struggling, bubbling, doubling) Chyeeea! Bad Man. Phase 2 I’m on the grind. Yo! [Verse 1] The flow is semi-auto, so special like Mavado No Zuby in Serato? Y'all are stuck with that McDonald’s Fast food rap tunes, bottles, models, hollows But the buck that bought a bottle could have flipped and struck the lotto, ay That’s Illmatic son, I’m ill damn it dunn Come get some you little bum you ain't number one Ladies say they love my sound, underground I need a crown Every time I come around, lyrically I gun them down I raise the bar like I’m working on a bench press (yes) I raise the bar like the freedom from a pen stretch (yes) So many bars you would think I wasn’t hench yet But the boy is hench yes, 100K for ten reps (chyeeea!) I hold it down like a fitted in the bad breeze (chyea) I hold it down like a baby in the back seat (chyea) I’ll hold it down till I’m old and got some mad cheese On an island, mad trees, hundred chicks and mad seeds [Chorus: Wanz] What you say to a hater when they see you on the grind? (what?) You should be getting yours, cuz I'll be getting mine What you say to a hater when they see you on the grind? (what?) You should be getting yours, cuz I'll be getting mine Been a long time but you know I'm gonna do it Been a rough time but we all go through it On the grind (chyea) I'm on the grind (chyea) I'm on the grind (chyea) I’m getting mine (chyea) [Verse 2] Stay hungry is the motto, so hustle never dawdle Stay fluent in staccato, you should thank me “obrigado” (thanks) Stay hungry like a model, keep pushing on the throttle Be the toughest act to follow like I'm Puff at the Apollo (chyea) Illest with the rap tunes, trillest with the track moves Hustle like the trap goons, villain with the stack moves Trying to bring them light, yeah I've got to give them hope man Places in the world where they just look up to the dope man (nah) And that ain't hope man, people living broke man Put it in my music instead of rapping bout a coke plan (word) Call it ‘conscious’ like a kufi and a backpack (ha ha ha) More than likely see me pair of Jordan’s and a snapback (chyea) 80s baby so you know I’m bringing crack back Old school heads talking about I'm bringing rap back (chyeeea!) Hustle hard, hit the road, clear the knapsack Do it all again until I bring a fricking plaque back [Chorus] x 2 [Verse 3] Hustling, struggling, bubbling, doubling Told you cats ‘chill!’ why you trying to bring trouble in? Hustling, struggling, bubbling, doubling Told you cats ‘chill!’ why you trying to bring trouble in? Hustling, struggling, bubbling, doubling Told you cats ‘chill!’ why you trying to bring trouble in? Hustling, struggling, bubbling, doubling Ayy ayy ayy (‘chill!’) [Chorus] [Outro] Are you down with Zuby? (Yeah yeah yeah hey, on the Yeah yeah, on the griiiiiind!)
5.	Now Or Never 04:27	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus] Uh, yo! I’m getting mine baby, I’m on the grind daily And all these rhymes baby, been on my mind lately And I may die crazy, cuz I won’t die lazy It’s now or never, I said it’s now or never man I’m gonna shine baby, I’ll make the grind pay me And all these fine ladies, they’ll know my lines baby And I may die crazy, cuz I won’t die lazy It’s now or never, I said it’s now or never man [Verse 1] Don’t apologise for honesty or compromise for modesty Be grateful for what’s monetary, stay faithful to the odyssey (word) Talk to people honestly and ward off animosity But better mediocrity and peddle generosity (word) Want it then go get it, if you talk it you should live it If I said it then I meant it, if I spit it then I live it (uh huh) To drugs I’m not enamoured you can #ZubyQuote that Never arming any hammers but I do evoke crack (chyeeea!) My audio’s addictive and I’m sinning but I’m winning See me grinning while I’m chilling cuz I’m swimming with some women (ha) Thrilling Spanish honeys who don’t ask your boy for money But tell papi that he’s guapo even when I’m dressing bummy (chyea) Some tell me that they love me, I tell them to quit lying (nah) They tell him that they mean it and I tell them to keep trying Always asking if my album cover’s digitally enhanced? Like “nah baby girl I’m very physically advanced.” (ha ha) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Uh, the first cut should be the deepest (yes) The second one’s to penetrate your mental through the speakers (yes) Behind the dying meekness is the actual uniqueness Of my mind and rhyming sleekness not no fabricated weakness (nah) The motive, the fitness, the meaning of insistence My family, the witness, my reason for existence Believe I’ll leave with something from a decade of persistence Grew my audience from nothing f’ the path of least resistance (uh huh) Was rocking it for freebie when my flow was still uneasy Now I’m flying out to Europe and the people want to see me (chyea) But if you think it’s easy step into these shoes and be me Rock a couple hundred shows, sell a couple thousand CDs (uh huh) In a couple different countries, how I know my people love me? I sign a lot of autographs and ladies often hug me (for real) They tell me I’m “the bestest” been invested since conception Now my dream is half reality protected from inception [Chorus] [Verse 3] What’s the hardest obligation of an artist occupation? It’s trying to find elation amongst hate and admiration Don’t ever look for trouble call it fated dedication Haters trying to pop my bubble with serrated provocation But my frame control is tight and I’ve been too many places And killed way too many stages to be fazed by aggravation I charge on negativity it’s positively stated Discharge my creativity and write when I’m frustrated So am I motivated? Or maybe I’m just different Driven by desire I don’t really have a wish list Flipping through the fire if I crave it’s on my hit list Living’s never dire when you’re brave enough to get rich Or try vaguely, defy lazy, vie greatly And whine faintly, no riches come to cry babies Deny safety, just make that leap and fly bravely And if you die crazy, at least you tried baby [Chorus]
6.	Comin' At Ya 03:59	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus] Comin’ at ya (scratching) Rhyme style disaster (comin’ at ya, at-at-at ya) Taoist master (comin’ at ya) Comin’ at ya (scratching) Rhyme style disaster (comin’ at ya, at-at-at ya) Taoist master (comin’ at ya) [Verse 1] I want a billion fans, so I need a million first I’ma gain another thou’ just off the sickness of this verse Even when I’m smiling sweetly look at Zuby as a threat Or you’ll get owned before you see me like a noob in FPS No button combination lets you cheat the game of life Rappers looking in my pad, they think I’m cheating on the mic But this girl’s my one and only and she never leaves me lonely When I want to beat it down she’s always waiting to bestow me Spread the love like bigamy, so passionate with metrics Your bars cannot belittle me your style is anorexic That means you think you’re big, I hear you talking all aggressive But you bark and never bite and so your mark is unimpressive My vision’s not a dream, I’m motivated to achieve it You wanted food for thought and I’m providing it so eat it I wrote this in my sleep I mean it no exaggeration Even scheming when I’m dreaming I don’t waste imagination [Chorus] [Verse 2] Show love when I come through, I get respect cuz I’m illy And the ladies love me too like they love ‘Sex and the City’ Say I’m blessed and I’m silly but don’t object cuz I’m pretty And always say I’m kind of cocky but they know I’m kind of witty You know in my committee it’s just me, myself and I Three of my favourite rappers and a little book of rhymes I’ve got a lot of hustle but ain’t got a lot of time Money’s got a lot of muscle so it’s all about the grind Take a different policy, I’ll turn and pen a prophecy My brilliance is vivid but it’s rivalled by my modesty Honestly I think I’m like the hottest walking property But realised as a teen that there’s no dream guarantee So awkwardly I started on my music hustle properly And still I had the brains to get an Oxford degree (yezzir) So think before you talk to me, you’re tripping if you walk to me I’m moving twice as fast like rolling doubles in Monopoly [Chorus] [Verse 3] They’re colder than December when they see you at the bottom I’m living through my music, when I die won’t be forgotten I don’t praise the mighty dollar and heard that fame is stressful I don’t need to be a baller, I just want to be successful Hard to stand out from the crowd but there’s a possibility I could rise above the clouds beyond the probability Can I do it all and keep my soul and credibility Or do I have to sell it all to buy acceptability? Consciousness is killing me, God given ability To entertain a crowd f’s with my mental volatility Lot of people see me but despite the visibility For ones who truly know me I’ve got slim availability You can always call, and smile if you don’t reach me It means I’m on my grind so you can see me on the TV And I’ma call you back soon as the beat has finished knocking But I’m up and out the door when opportunity is knocking [Chorus]
7.	Lonely Highway (Ft. Chess Galea) 03:31	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus: Chess Galea] The decisions I’ve made And the chances I take I’m speeding on my lonely Highway, highway It pains me to say I feel alone every day Driving solo so I’ll go My way, my way [Verse 1] I was born to be a sinner Adorned to be a winner I’ve had my pride for lunch so I can live with sleep for dinner We started as beginners Hustled through the bleakest winters Trying to pick a perfect path to pack up paper like a printer (chyeeea!) I strived to reach my goals The cost was unsupportable I thought to sell my soul The loss was unaffordable I recognise I’m blessed yet I’m feeling so frustrated How can you flow the greatest and remain so underrated? Got me running through this maze again Tripping in a daze again Questioning myself I wonder is it just a phase again? Masochistic tendencies are ripping through my brain again While alkies on the corner drowning thoughts in 50 shades of gin Guess it makes some sense because they never found a way to win Guess it makes some sense because they never found a way to swim Done with taking Ls cuz I was meant to be a winner No mercy for these demons trying to tempt me with the glimmer, ayy [Chorus] [Verse 2] Wake in a cold sweat I'm in a dark room God told me write this down and give it volume He said “don't make threats But keep it so real” And soon the world will see your talent like a showreel So you can place bets And put them on me And if you never paid attention you'll be sorry This my passion and my stress Nothing more and nothing less Walk with me a couple steps along the journey to success (chyeeea!) Till the stands are all demanding me Fans are understanding me Jealous reprimanding me Nobody supplanted me So focused on my vision that I lost a couple girls Sacrifice is just provision when you’re trying to rule the world I do it for my family but they’re already proud of me Do it for my fans who show me love when others doubted me Do it for myself because it brings me joy and pleasure And do it for the world because I want to make it better, ayy [Chorus] Wake in a cold sweat I'm in a dark room God told me write this down and give it volume He said “don't make threats But keep it so real” And soon the world will see your talent like a showreel [Chorus]
8.	Stay In My Lane (Ft. Marka) 03:51	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus: Marka] They won’t forget about me (me) Cuz I’ma keep fighting, pushing the toughest I won’t believe I’m out here just for nothing And if it is then I’ll be (be) I’ma be doing just what I does These haters hate and I let em j-just because So I’ma stay in my lane and keep on playing my game And I won’t stop until I hear that announcer So I’ma stay in my lane and keep on playing my game And I won’t stop until I hear that announcer Saying my name [Verse 1] Can’t stop time go getters we grind Got to get mine do better than try Aim so high jet-setter we fly Flow fine wine gets better with time High in sky like the birds I defy Got my feet on the ground and my head to the sky And I speak never shy, all the creeps want to vie You don’t get no reply if you speak about I cuz I’m all about the timing, Nina I’m feeling good Singing like Jesse Johnson, I’m so misunderstood. [Drop] [Chorus] [Verse 2] You know my flow though baby, I’m bout to freak it now No taking photos baby, don’t turn those speakers down Cuz Zuby’s on a mission, how I worked no recognition For so many years and still they try to desecrate my vision They try to break me down, they want to hate me now You wished me all the worst so don’t congratulate me now I came from underground so if I make it to the surface Can’t say I don’t deserve it. [Drop] [Verse 3] Growing up fast but I ain’t gon’ change Trying to get past but I won’t switch lanes Came in the game with an aim for the fame And my name never changed still rain on the game I told you cats already that I’m trying to make this paper work Had to sign myself cuz y’all took too long with the paperwork I don’t know why labels try to play me like Nintendo g When they know my game is famous sort of like Nintendo be And I’m like Nintendo Wii, ladies like to play with me They sit me in their room and don’t delete me from their memory. Chyeeea! Are you down with Zuby?
9.	Steppin' 2 Me 03:37	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] Chyeeea! Ha ha ha ha Ah ten years on man, let’s take them back Are you down with Zuby? (You ain’t steppin to me, you ain’t steppin to me) [Chorus] You just ain’t steppin to me sick in the illest degree Mess with my family tree react aggressiv-ely You ain’t steppin’ to me (no!) You ain’t steppin’ to me (no!) You ain’t steppin’ to me (no!) You ain’t steppin’ to me You just ain’t steppin to me sick in the illest degree Mess with my family tree react aggressiv-ely You ain’t steppin’ to me (no!) You ain’t steppin’ to me (no!) You ain’t steppin’ to me (no!) You ain’t steppin’ to me [Verse 1] They say the quality of rap is going down like the Titanic So I dive into the track and flowing round and stop the damage I’m deadly like abortion is and stressy like a foster kid Twisting round the beat a metaphorical contortionist Hungry like an orphan is and leaking crazy awesomeness And asking what a portion is and you ain’t got the balls for this Dreams are all recurring like it’s ten over three And my scheme is more alluring like women overseas (chyeeea!) But it’s Zuby and I’m sicker sounding oh so sweet Yeah it’s Zuby and I’m spitting on an Ozone beat I ain’t even got to try the flow is effortlessly mine And I’ll be sick until I die I rhyme ineffably sublime I don’t think that I’m the best I’m just in love with myself So you could call it masturbation cuz I’m feeling myself (chyeeea!) Or you could say I’m like a rubber cuz it’s scary when I bust And in this game I’m like a mother I’ll take care of it and stuff, what? [Chorus] [Verse 2] I’m more gifted than Christmas listen man I can’t fail Every rhyme is shining blinding so you feel me like braille Hip hop fans are getting aggy feel the music’s moving back Or even wack, yo don’t worry promise hip hop’s coming back (chyea!) I knock bad rappers down and brush my feet on them like doormats Flow so sickly on the track my people think I’m snorting anthrax Some say that Zuby’s hot and some say that Zuby’s wicked Cuz if I touch a mic my people know I’m gonna rip it (chyeeea!) Show’s seen like TV and I’m audio and visual Lure ladies with the lyrical, spiritual individual Flatline instrumentals till the beat condition’s critical He is too original the bars are almost criminal Kid is now admired chilling out like school’s off And after spitting fire visit hell to cool off So I don’t care what you’ve got (no) just know the boy is hot I’m running late I gotta leave you, jump another train of thought, whoa [Chorus] [Verse 3] Come heavy with that beat O what more I gotta prove? I’m staying comfortable like seats yo I wasn’t born to lose My content’s under pressure like the bottom of the ocean So I’m gonna blow it open witness lyrical devotion Rhymes are freely spoken cuz I get them from the heavens Thank God daily for my blessings I can channel my aggression Might die and go to Hell just on a visitor’s pass (then what?) Then ascend up to the gates after I’ve kicked Satan’s ass (chyeeea!) [Chorus] [Outro] You just ain’t steppin to me sick in the illest degree Mess with my family tree react aggressiv-ely You ain’t steppin’ to me You ain’t steppin’ to me You ain’t steppin’ to me You ain’t steppin’ to me
10.	iLL 03:35	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] Bad Man, Bad Man, uh. Are you down with Zuby? They told me to be honest, don’t talk about the skill I’m humble, never modest, mama told me to be real Uh, check it. Uh, yo! [Verse 1] I’ve got a lot to give and I can’t live with “try later” Life’s got a lot to live and so I give to die major I moonwalk through the fire, laugh now cry later I’ve got pupils to inspire so I hope to die later / dilate her A couple words can turn a total stranger to a neighbour Like a little thought can turn a tiny building to a scraper I wonder if the biggest trees have got the biggest haters? Like “we started out from seeds now we’re the source of all this paper!” That’s why I’ve got to kill it every time you hear me spitting And share a little knowledge every time I drop a written I told you from beginning that the boy was on a mission To bring colours all together like the opposite of prisms An opposite musician so I’m treated with suspicion Like, “how can he be dope without the talk of ammunition?” Supported from audition then I love you to arena I just hope ambition carries me to where the grass is greener. [Chorus] They told me to be honest but don’t talk about the skill I’m humble, never modest, mama told me to be real They tell me that I’m cocky but I tell them that I’m ill (ill) They tell me that I’m cocky but I tell them that I’m ill (ill) Cuz no one’s dying to watch you at the bottom of the bill And no one’s trying to spot you from the bottom of the hill They tell me that I’m cocky but I tell them that I’m ill (ill) They tell me that I’m cocky but I tell them that I’m ill (ill) [Verse 2] No one can try for me, no one can lie for me And Jesus did already you ain’t got to die for me Appreciate the sentiment, believe the flow is heaven sent If it is I’ll I reach them from the palace to the tenement College to the prison, motivation through the rhythm Know that every verse is conscious and is treated with precision So when you see the light you’ll say I’m ill with no rescission And I told you that already but was greeted with derision Been spending all my time perfecting optimal lines And I don’t work a 9 to 5 it’s not an optional grind With the dopest innovation from my optimist mind I made a focused transformation to my Optimus Prime So you might see me zoning out backstage where the stars be Or wilding out in Europe while I’m chasing the star screams The industry is Megatron, Zuby is a mega don Iller than the HIV, I’m stacking power like it’s Energon. [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uh! I bodied it already, this my victory lap So if you’re ‘live and still standing give a victory clap I’m looking for my 15 minutes with a mystery map But I want more than 15 minutes this is history, black Until the day they’re crowning me no stopping for a breather And everyone surrounding me is known as an achiever And anyone who doubted me is converted to believer Man you humans are confounding me so take me to your leader. [Chorus]
11.	3:16 (Stone Cold) 03:05	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1] They tell me that I shouldn’t and I tell them that I will They tell me that I’m cocky and I tell them that I’m ill This game is not a hobby I go in like kamikaze Burn up tracks like Ricky Bobby Man you cats should know the drill Homie never have I ever told a lie to make a bill And baby never will I ever tell a lie to cop a deal I’m not a drug dealer, ain’t pulling gun triggers They say ‘never say never’ so I won’t say I never kill (why?) Cuz beats are getting bodied and features getting naughty My raps draw straight attention like features of a hotty I’ll reach from here to Saudi, fans say the speech is godly But I’m just a mortal man and so to breach is kinda haughty Mix pretty with the gritty peep the message through the ditties Haters try to keep me down I just stay up like fake titties! And that’s funny cuz I’m real So I don’t need another bar to tell you that I’m trill [Chorus] Ayyy! We started on the low low Tried to get some dough But they said It was a no no Now I’m moving like a GoPro See me at the show they like ‘Can I get a photo?’ And I’m favoured and I’m blessed And I’m glad for what I’ve got Still I’m trying to get some more more (Stun em like I’m Stone Cold Hit em with the cold flow Stun em like I’m Stone Cold Hit em with the cold flow) [Verse 2] My name means ‘God’s Decision’ so I’m blessed like consecration Speak the truth no fabrication cuz I’m lit, illumination Eat rappers, mastication, spit em up, no salivation Going off, no expiration, when I bust, no masturbation Too late for hesitation now I’m trying to show the nation Nah I’m trying to show the nations I’m too sick for vaccination Cuz rap is in a coma and I tried resuscitation To give breath and respiration you could call it aspiration (Are you rating?) No? You cats are way too slow slow, I’ll kill them with the slow flow Cuz they don’t get the go flow (chyeeea!) I told you from the go go I’m trying to get that show dough And stay away from po-po (chyeeea!) I gotta rap in slo-mo for generation YOLO They in love with the coco (chyeeea!) You need a break from so-so? I’ll be there for sho' like the two dots in my logo [Chorus x 2] [Outro] Chyeeea! Are you down Zuby?
12.	Gettemmm! 03:42	lyrics	buy track
[Intro: Tech N9ne] Yo this be the one them called Tech N9ne and when I want to kick it, I listen to ‘Zubstep’ baby. All day all night. Tech N9ne! (Bad Man) Chyea. Welcome to ‘Zubstep’ ladies and gentlemen Are you down with Zuby? Chyeeea! [Verse 1] I’m too focused, I’m explosive Dead a buzz now spray rhymes like roaches Stand above crowds, part waves like Moses Don’t like me? Suck it up, osmosis (chyeeea!) It’s that new school ripper, 10K flipper, no booze sipper See me on the street then I’m coming with a beat See me on a beat then I’m gunning with the heat I’m about to drill em with a lyrical incision Batter killing up a rhythm better let a rhythm hit em Critical with syllables, flaws are at a minimal Claiming you a killer? Well your skill is pretty criminal “Slow down Zub, you’re killing ’em!” Grr, don’t make me do it Cuz this music is my passion I can’t stop I get into it Rap so realer, show so thriller Hip-hop, dubstep, flow gorilla Quote so iller, dope distiller Mic check one-two soundcheck filler Throw you off stage like ‘gimme that mic’ Crowd goes wild yeah gimme that night Stage is burning not concerning No Sean Paul but gimme that light Facebook hitter, YouTube winner Hashtag, retweet, Bad Man Twitter Real talk spitter, deadlift killer South Coast’s finest truth transmitter My people down with me uh, Team Zuby’s all surrounding So turn me up let’s turn this five into a couple thousand. [Chorus] Gettemmm, gettemmm, gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm, gettemmm, gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm, gettemmm, gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm, gettemmm, gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm, gettemmm, gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm, gettemmm, gettemmm (I got ‘em) Gettemmm (Chyea, I got ‘em) Gettemmm (I got ‘em) [Verse 2] Big boy flows, I got a lot of those Fan base loud cuz I’ve done a lot of shows Fam stay proud cuz I won a lot of goals Now I’m north, south, east, west, always on the road Fans talk up, wannabes talk down Kids look up, industry looks down F’ your sloppy poppy playlist Zuby’s Rocky to your A-list Meaning I’m the underdog Soon to be the champion Grind to bring the people out So I can bring the ransom in You got dreams? Then I feel your pain Homie drill your lane till they grill your name On the headline bill cuz you overcame Recognise your skill and they see your fame! (chyeeea!) Don’t be bitter, real go getters All in my circle, don’t like quitters Don’t like flitters, move like skitters Hype out right now, pipe down titters Penning enhanced I’m gripping that tight Missed a last dance but I’ll catch a first flight Through the pain and pure frustration Zuby rose like aviation Said I was delusional, treated like a loser bro Now your girls are lining up for tickets to the Zuby show (chyeeea!) Uh, uh, Team Zuby’s in the building So turn me up let’s turn this thousand to a hundred million. [Chorus]
13.	Go Hard Or Go Home 04:06	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] Chyeeea! (chyeeea!) OK, I don’t care where you’re at right now Whether you’re in the club on in the gym I want to you head right back to the bar right now Put that weight up, give me ten more reps soldier Go hard or go home. Life is an ongoing tussle And we don’t struggle with underdeveloped muscle Ha ha ha ha, Bad Man, I got em, yo! [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 cannot 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 cannot 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 [Chorus] 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] Yo 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 (never) Clean honest living even though I’ve heard that crime pays Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ways But you get locked for nine ninety-nine strays No girls, no fam nine ninety-nine days Hot cuz I got what I got from the talk It was not from the rock, even less from the pot I will not talk the talk unless walk what I talk You cannot think I’m hot cuz I’m real you are not (ok) Come through like ‘plizow!’ bust raps like rizounds Laughing at you buddy cuz you’re acting like a clizown (ha ha ha) Tell me what’s the meaning? Too intelligent for beefing They’re try to keep my people down I want to know the reason [Chorus] [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 (yezzir) Turn to ‘Zuby Radio’ I’m killing every station Only wack dudes listen to your tunes for inspiration (chyea) Think that you the man but we can see your fronting Record a hundred mixtapes and managed to say nothing (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 [Chorus] [Outro] Ha ha ha ha. Are you down with Zuby? Go hard or go home
14.	50K (Ft. ShaoDow) 03:30	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus: Zuby] We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K Yeah we gon’ be OK Yeah we gon’ be OK We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K (We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K Yeah we gon’ be OK Yeah we gon’ be OK We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K) [Verse 1: Zuby] I’m a South Coast go getter (getter) Nothing but real talk true spitter (spitter) I’ma keep it briefer than Twitter (Twitter) Live and when I die be a winner (winner) Middle East raised so the grain’s kind of sandy UK made but engraved by the yankees Rappers talk grease but are softer than Bambi When I drop hits for the flow you can thank me I don’t watch fools, I burn off my own hype I don’t watch news, concerned with my own life And I make moves that I learned with my own mind Cuz I paid dues that are over the toll price Chyea, all on me Never got signed it was all on me Tried to gain trac’ but they never called back No one helped us, so we had to hit the road, lead the way Take control, be OK We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K They said “hold”, we said “play” They said “no”, we said “yay” Now I’m up and down the country hustling every fricking day Started no fans then got more fans I made more plans, got in more jams Then I popped up, with the pop up It was not luck, no one propped us But fans, we say hey Feeling bold, feeling great We ain’t platinum, we ain’t gold but we sold 50K! [Chorus] [Verse 2: ShaoDow] Uh, quick maths Sold 5 for 5 made 25 Took 25 and made 50 Moved the 5 aside, found a 1 to guide Made 105 and kept 15 I mix science and art to make history Living off music call that my victory They want to pay me now to learn the way and how So tell your baby gal I'm too busy I take risks that I calculate That make your chest plate palpitate That make you feel alive like you can't doubt your fate I ain't down to wait You can amalgamate or stay out the way, uh You'll never last against me Carved out a cave when they barred entry Been a boss since I was half twenty Super black man call me Clarke Kente You can't dead me I'm a glass too full while you're half empty Charged ready, smart MC, calm deadly You gon', learn today I'm the class sensei Hustled on the road so you can't forget me Did it and I own so you can't reject me Winning in the cold so you can't infect me Let me master the craft till the casket gets me Laugh all the way to the bank I be the tank and every bredder in the rank Submarine Shao won't see me till you've sank Or you might hear whistle from the middle of your camp Built them fans in a way that's unique So mind your mouth whenever you speak 25k each now do you see Nobody can hustle like Shao and Zuby [Chorus]
15.	Cryptocurrently 03:28	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] This is not financial advice. Do your own research, ha ha ha Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip (uh) Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip (are you down with Zuby? Chyeeea!) [Chorus] I'm getting tired of the struggle g Time to blow a stack I’m ‘bout to get some cryptocurrency (chyea!) And I won’t let a hater worry me Lambo coming soon cuz I invest in cryptocurrency And I can hear the FUD and rumbling So I tell my fam I’m gon’ be rich but I’m not currently (nah) Cuz now we’ve blown another a bubble b Blood is on the street I’m getting rekt by crypto currently [Verse 1] I’m spitting knowledge for the freemium and wisdom for a premium Dapper rapper all these cats build on me like Ethereum Classic like ‘The Chronic’ ‘bout to double up like Tronix I’m a Polymath of knowledge OMG I’m so Icon-ic I Ripple through the Tether with a flow that’s super Stellar And I’ve made it through the Storm to making Qash in any weather Been doing this forever so Monero’s gonna come Dash like Neo through the Matrix Doge’ing bullets I’m ‘The One’ (yes!) An Ark in the apocalypse a Poet for the Populous Pillar in the Game I’m making Waves cuz I’m on top of it Always coming HOT with it I’m Gassed but always rocking it Verge of blowing up U-trust me I ain’t going POP with it Levelled up in Status, an Enigma to the masses Making Credits every Vibe I’ll Sia on the highest Stratis The Lite come’s after darkness I know EOS gonna come Bring the Lightning to the masses stack the Bitcoin to the Sun, ayyy! (chyeeea!) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip (chyea) You gotta HODL hard you gotta buy the fricking dip man Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip You gotta HODL hard you gotta buy the fricking dip man Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip (chyea) You gotta HODL hard you gotta buy the fricking dip man Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip (I’m running out of fiat I can’t buy the fricking dip man!) I don't care what haters say not one IOTA day to day Maker of my Play to play, I’ve been dope since ’88/ADA Tell them Z is Classic I just Rise above the FOMO a Dragon chained to nothing, I’m Godzilla you Komodo And I predict a replay, tell it to the DJ, Zuby’s got Deep Brain Underdog like Vechain (chyeeea!) And this is not a mass market rap This for those who wake up and go straight to Coinmarketcap (ha ha ha ha) [Chorus x 2] [Outro] Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip Buy the fricking dip man, buy the fricking dip You gotta HODL hard you gotta buy the fricking dip man Ha ha ha ha
16.	Too Many 03:38	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] 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 Got to 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] 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 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 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]
17.	Open Up The Sky 03:42	lyrics	buy track
Are you down with Zuby? [Verse 1] Yo I started as an underdog, still the fricking underdog Force my hand to draw, I’ll split the deck just right from under y’all Smells like teen spirit when we hit the stage to rumble y’all So don’t look back in anger never hide behind the wonder wall Ecstasy to rages but this music is my life I’ve been courting her for ages time to make this thing my wife Matrimony is the system, people hear but never listen Many look me in my eyes, but few can see my vision Let’s be honest, I’ve never been the radio’s sweetheart But gained a bigger following than half of them, real talk Begging for a deal while I’ve been treading for a meal Now I’m eating off my music till I’m hungry for a mil I spoke to God this morning, He said that there’s a spot for me Between this earth and heaven, where I’m at is not the top for me This talent is a gift and the present means a lot to me Nothing good comes easy, I believe in this philosophy. [Chorus] One for the hustle, two for the time Three for the struggle, four for the grind Five for the past and the present where we strive And six for the future we gon’ make it out alive now Reach up and keep ‘em high, let’s open up the sky (Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up and…) Reach up and keep ‘em high, let’s open up the sky (Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up and…) Reach up and keep ‘em high, let’s open up the sky (Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up and…) Reach up and keep ‘em high, let’s open up the sky [Verse 2] With zero ambition how you know when you’re achieving? Say you’ve got no religion, homie what do you believe in? It’s hard to count your blessings when you’re constantly receiving Nonetheless I’m never satisfied I guess it’s self-deceiving Cuz comparatively speaking, I’m lucky that I’m eating And lucky that I’m breathing, all the health that I’m perceiving Struggling internally like “Zuby what’s the reason? You’ve got enough to live and there’s so many who are needing” I guess it’s human nature, don’t know if that makes it better We live in a society where most of us are debtors Trying to turn to creditors, prey (pray) we turn to predators Said if I was rich then I would give a little cheddar But who am I to judge? In my armour there’s some chinks My perspective has some blinks and I’m just painting what I think Don’t appreciate my art? You’re probably missing the subliminal Surrealist with a syllable like Dali but I’m lyrical. [Chorus] [Verse 3] Look I’m more than just an rapper, I’m a flipping phenomenon My bars hit with the hardest with the wisdom of Solomon Flow for thirty days with no food like Ramadan Whilst I out style your swag with no shoes and pyjamas on Foolish people say “all rap is (edited)” I’m about to kill them in two bars cuz they’ve been missing my flows Don’t assume cuz I’m a rapper you can label me as anything Proves you’re narrow minded and you’re ignorant ‘bout everything Yes I’m known as many things but none of them is a gangster So how am I not real because I’m me and not a (edited)? I don’t write for sucker nerds, I’d rather give them quotables You’ve got more ‘likes’ than Zuckerberg but message isn’t notable Like… hold up, that was a metaphor, silly me Hate me cuz I’m beautiful or like me like a simile Serve it hot like Dominoes it’s all in the delivery Cuz when it comes to hip-hop you just witnessed the epitome. [Chorus]
18.	The Same Ones 03:47	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] Mic check one two Yo I’d like to give a big shout out to everybody who’s been supporting me so far You know it’s kind of funny being an upcoming artist in this music game you know Not everybody wants to show u love But the crazy thing is you know when the see you on the TV and in the magazines It’s gonna be the same ones that ignored you that are running back right? (chyea) So check it out yo [Verse 1] Getting closer to perfection with the tightest flow injection Against the grain to etch a name and kicking game like David Beckham 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 boxset 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) [Chorus] 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 claiming when you’re 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 Yeah, and it’s the same ones It’s the same ones. (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 you 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 See I’ma keep moving, you’re gonna keep losing I go beyond the music these are jewels that I’m diffusing Cards are dealt at random so complain but you 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 you name him (what?) In truth you 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. [Chorus] (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 We all gotta give We all gotta struggle We all gotta live Everybody wants to rake it everybody wants to shine Everybody wants to make it but nobody wants to grind See me on the hustle every season for my passion Man I strive to make it double that’s the reason for my action Prove the doubters wrong will be the greatest satisfaction When they out and hear my song and they want to 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 fricking rocks (ha ha) Some say I go the harder way, to me it’s just the smarter way I’ma get them 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 [Chorus] (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) [Chorus] And that’s real
19.	Look At Me Now 05:33	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] [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] 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 Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now baby! 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 Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now baby! Chyea! Chyea! Look at me now! 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!

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Perseverance is a celebratory project, documenting Zuby's incredible journey as an independent artist. This 19 track album features over an hour of music and spans a decade of releases - featuring fan favourites such as 'Steppin 2 Me', 'Stay In My Lane' and 'Comin’ At Ya' alongside new tracks like 'Getting Mine', 'Remember The Name' and '50K'.

This is Zuby's best album to date by all measures. If you're only going to get one, get this one.

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released February 7, 2019

All lyrics written by Nzube Udezue and featured artists.
Photography by Marcus Maschwitz.
Recorded and mixed by Jojo Farinella, Jesse 'Leen' Norville and Chris Fulton.
Mastered by Jojo Farinella, Steve Corrao and Ty Degroff.

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Zuby UK

Zuby is an independent British rapper and creative entrepreneur, known for his authentic, positive lyricism and inspirational message.

He has sold tens of thousands of albums independently, performed in 8 countries, and amassed 2 million social media followers.

Zuby was born in England, raised in Saudi Arabia, and is a graduate of Oxford University. ... more