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Inside Out (Ft. Hollaman)

from The Unknown Celebrity by Zuby

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lyrics

Bad Man chyea! Hollaman chyea! Let’s take it to em, let’s go!

Jump back ride out game inside out
Why you wanna front like we dunno where you hide at? (where you hide at? x4)
What you think I’m sick of this rapping running your mouth and look at what happened
What you think I’m sick of this rapping running your mouth and look at what happened

Yo, yo, yo, Zuby’s back again (chyeeea!)/ people thought I wouldn’t do it dip in blast flow like fluid and it’s beautiful music (uh huh)/ my bars are scissor sharp so my mum won’t let me run with them rip up and I’m done with them tell the people come get em!/ (ch-ch-ch-ch-chyea!) and Zuby’s back in the race/ but never running verbal gunning and I’m clapping the place/ I wanna roll with the best of them and flow with the best of them snooze like the rest of them and lose like the rest/ never that homie (no)/ u should know that ain’t my stee-lo (no)/ I’m taking off like Harriers won’t disappear like Skee-Lo (no)/ I’m breaking down the barriers and counting up from zero love the game and I’ma marry her and multiply my people (yeah)/ shining like a diamond (bling!) my assignment is alignment keep hip hop in position rappers lie like politicians (ha ha)/ only nine you ever shot was prolly followed by a ten and only dime you ever popped was prolly worth ten cents so…

CHORUS

Jump back ride out game inside out
Why you wanna front like we dunno where you hide at? (where you hide at? x4)
What you think I’m sick of this rapping running your mouth and look at what happened
What you think I’m sick of this rapping running your mouth and look at what happened

Fall back fake rap false chat weak crap
Why you wanna act like you really let the heat clap?
(Hollaman)
Y’all don’t let no heat clap y’all don’t know no street cats where you got a cheap hat why you selling dreams black?

Hold down the fort like the Alamo/ push a rapper to the edge then I tell him jump like Geronimo/ damn this is comical fake killers with two faces hung up on they own style suicide with shoelaces/ your crew hates us cuz we don’t fight fair y’all selling these dreams I’m giving away nightmares fly spitting in Nike Airs how cool is that?/ they told me wasn’t no black in the Union Jack/ come on now had to get up on this Zuby track/ cuz the rest of y’all dudes is wack and that’s real/ mass appeal with no effort at all you really think I ain’t f’ing with y’all? Now that’s sort of tragic/ yeah I’m cocky as hell it’s just a force of habit/ and the way that I freak beats is pornographic (uhh!)/ now watch me expose your ass how bout you jump back and ride out I told your ass.

CHORUS

(Zuby)
Ha ha yo, no you ain’t getting dough (nah)/ and you ain’t hitting hoes (nah)/ so now you get exposed like those up in your videos (uh huh)/ and you don’t pop bottles (no)/ and you don’t cock models, top model shock throttles drive by and pop hollows (come on)

(Hollaman)
And you ain’t doing that (nah)/ and you ain’t true to that (nah)/ why you rapping bout weight you ain’t moving that (ah uh)/ why you claiming G4s you ain’t flew in that (ha)/ your whole style from your jewels to your shoes is wack

(Zuby)
Chyeeea and that’s my duty black you fronting like you holding stacks pushing packs and cooking crack/ balling with no strings attached who told u u should rap?/ your flow is kind of floppy but don’t hate me cuz you’re sloppy doggy hate me cuz you’re not me (ha ha!)/ and rate me cuz I rap better than most these poppy carbon copies stroppy cuz I’m cocky but you’re hardly gonna stop me (woo!)

(Hollaman)
I rep Baltimore proudly course I say it loudly/ If u ain’t said The League ain’t saying nothing about me.

CHORUS

(Hollaman)
You know what it is man. The Bad Man, The Hollaman. Check it yo, know who it is it’s your man Holla/ you know the plan trying to get them damn dollars/ holler at your boy!

(Zuby)
Uh huh, yeah I flow so smooth u can’t believe I’m not butter/ and I spit never stutter can’t believe I’m not gutter huh? (ha ha)

credits

from The Unknown Celebrity, released January 4, 2008
Produced by Ozone

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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 over 25,000 albums independently, performed in 8 countries, and amassed over 800,000 social media followers.

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