Lyrical Driveby Pt.1

from Commercial Underground by Zuby

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lyrics

Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up
Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up
Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up
Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up

Yo the spotlights on me/ God’s illest creation/ I’m on a mission with a vision lyrically operatin no relation to the hatin/ been waitin I been patient time to let this thing ring out/ too late for compensation mute em up uproot em up/ pull they plug out and boot em up with no nines but hot lines I cock em back and shoot em up/ yo I’m a nice dude/ but you don’t wanna get me stressed up talk reckless bout my loved ones promise to mess you up/ yo I don’t claim to be a legend/ ain’t one of the greats yet/ but its game until the ending so I’m like a great threat/ labels holdin paychecks dunno if its safe yet/ bet a hundred bet a mil/ yeah on me it’s a safe bet/ how many songs I hear that you packin a 12 guage with spare clips and hollow tips to rip a homie's ribcage?

Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up

That’s what a lotta cats be yappin but not makin it happen / drama on they gon pull out reload and keep clappin? / you cats need to act your age sellin out for front page/ frontin like they got more weapons than that GTA game/ every bar I spit is lethal like a bullet to your brain and now your thoughts look like confetti time to Novakane the pain/ I’m a pitbull in the game/ some suckas pussycats/ only tough in the booth then you frontin a pussy act/ so I fire verbal shots and I’m getting any wussies clapped.

Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up

CHORUS

Let’s make this clear so you understand/
A mic on my waist a pen in my hand/
betta duck when I ride by bust when I fly by glocks down lockdown lyrical driveby

Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up

I bring the pain from onstage chyea everytime I pull it/ point blank or long range some bustas bout to bite a bullet the kid is hot you kids is not/ when I rock the spot no glock go pop yo top go pop I lay you out/ feed you sounds and kill the doubt/ passionate on the track/ I ain’t flashin it on the track but lyrically I’ll hurt you black I keep it poppin like a mizack/ the game will sit you out/ if your lame spit you out/ it’s a shame to pick you out I’ll take your frame and rip you out/ get this live amplified turn me up bump my stuff the people told you Zuby’s hot still its never enough/ your flows have got laryngitis rhymes are shaky like arthritis tho I spit it ain’t my life and still I’m sick like meningitis/ I’m the nicest when I write this grab the mic and start a crisis flow is priceless gotta sign me cuz you can’t outrhyme me.

Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up

F’ the guns f’ the violence f’ the crime that’s just madness yo how long it take to realise its your people dyin?/ that’s not cool what guns do and that’s a real man slain and people looking up to you?/ that’s a real damn shame/ this a real man’s game it needs a real man change and y’all don’t really let the teks blow/ no/ you only talking gangsta cuz your A&R’s said so/ you cats ain’t ill/ but betta call a paramedic or a DR MC ER’s where I’m bout leave you bedded/ the top is where I’m headed so the industry ain’t deaded/ I’m never rappin tonz o’ gunz just to get a rep you know my steez know how it be/ gettin nothin but respect/ now it’s the moment of truth/ stand in my way and I’ma spray I got a full clip a mic grippa time to make em pay chyea!

Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up

CHORUS

Yo it ain’t about who slaughter bout who spittin it harder/ I break it down like crossfades words are double-edged razor blades so when I spit it harder split medulla oblongatas think I’m showin off?/ nah man I’m just flowin off/ I’m tryin to take it higher so that people admire I’m on fire/ I’m on fire chyea!

credits

from Commercial Underground, released July 26, 2006
Produced by Rayz Ruckiss

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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