[Intro: Zuby]
Mic check one-two
We got Team Zuby in the building
Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!
[Verse 1: Zuby]
Yo, fly like a genie, never see me on a dead night (Chyea)
Write like Fellini, fettuccini on a test flight (Chyea)
They try to be me ‘cause I'm dreamy and I dress nice (Chyea)
My haters need me, they uneasy in their head strife (Chyea)
Out like a preemie, ready scheming for the next life (Chyea)
Raw like sashimi and I'm fiending for the next bite (Chyea)
They talking greasy, trying flee me like a wet wipe (Chyea)
No Lamborghini, but they see me on a next hype (Chyeeea!)
Yo I'm handling mine like I'm handling rhyme (Uh)
Putting in work and it's hammering time (Uh)
Dazzling lines, I'm unravelling minds
When I jump in the booth, I ain't travelling time
Never gambling mine (uh), ambling blind (uh)
Stay above board, I ain't mantling crime (Nah)
Zuby goes hard with a challenging mind
And I stay behind bars like I'm handling time (Chyeeea!)
No slandering mine, lend a G to a friend (Uh)
Try to get by, that's a means to an end (Uh)
I do not lie, I don't mean to offend
But they try to deny what it means to be men (What?)
Try redefine what it means to be femme (What?)
I am not blind, see the evil in them (Uh)
Soon to defy what it means to be ten
So I gotta preside over demons in men (Chyeeea!)
[Chorus: Zuby]
Uh, flow like Bellini and Puccini, get my set tight (Chyea)
No Lamborghini, but they see me on a next hype (Uh huh)
They want to be me, always gleaming, always dead right (Uh huh)
Hope that they see me ‘cause I'm beaming like a headlight (Chyea)
Stunt like Houdini, bet I free me for the next sleight (Uh huh)
Fly like The Sweeney and I'm scheming for the next night (Uh huh)
Pray they redeem me, even dreaming I can't get right
Angor animi, man believe me, even vets die
[Verse 2: Tyrone & Warbz]
Look. Yo, I ain’t got a Lambo yet
But you might see me in a German whip (Whip)
I’m a captain like I work in a ship (Yeah)
No acting, no learning the script
I’m ill with the rhymes, I’m overly sick
All over the ‘net I’m serving them hits (Trust)
Dressed all black like a solar eclipse
Give me any beat and I’m murdering it
Mmm, you know how it is, no handout
Or no co-sign, we had to go do it on our own
You know that I did what I could back then
But they had no time, and they didn’t want to know
You know that I’m done with the indirects
No way you could walk a mile in my creps
And I don’t want to hear no talking slick
Behind the back now, come say it with your chest
Uh, I celebrate more and I stress less
Need double Rs in the car on my headrest
We ain’t cool cah I said “bless”
Move to your girl on the blocks, like Tetris
Look, I’m messed up in the head, I’m reckless (Gone)
You can ask any one of my exes (Ask them)
I’ll say, “I’ll stay by your side
For the rest of your life”, then leave like Brexit (B-bow!)
[Chorus: Zuby]
Uh, flow like Bellini and Puccini, get my set tight (Chyea)
No Lamborghini, but they see me on a next hype (Uh huh)
They want to be me, always gleaming, always dead right (Uh huh)
Hope that they see me ‘cause I'm beaming like a headlight (Chyea)
Stunt like Houdini, bet I free me for the next sleight (Uh huh)
Fly like The Sweeney and I'm scheming for the next night (Uh huh)
Pray they redeem me, even dreaming I can't get right
Angor animi, man believe me, even vets die
credits
from Word of Zuby,
released June 25, 2021
Produced by Anno Domini Beats
Songwriter and producer CRFT celebrates his spirituality and family on this thoughtful debut LP, featuring Blu, nobigdyl, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2022
