ZZZ (ENVY) Lyrics

Well damn damn damn look who's back at it again

Rappers coming out the trash bin

Got me asking? What the fuck is happening?

Is it a parody of rap cause they got me laughing

Seriously who's gassing them up (WTF!)

You call that rap go back to selling drugs & stay in the trap

Practice writing rhymes on the brown paper bag shit is so bad

Big L & Pun rolling in the graveyard mad

Lil rappers popping too many pills that's too sad

Looking in the mirror thinking y'all Fabulous can Jadakiss my ass

Like Jason & Freddy i'll kill you

Ready steady while your asleep happening in a sweep

Poison, machete, claws, raw

Lionhearted now comes the lion paw coup d'etat Fee Fi Fo Fum Kunta Kinte on y'all

Like I'm Busta Rhymes on the dance floor as my rhymes galore

Wait till I paint you the art of war

The common sense y'all be having no more

I Don't care if I get technical 9 different times

Imma sound strange every other rhyme

Bring the massacre like 5 dimes

That's just my 2 cents i'm wearing 2 Chainz & Fila sweats

But you best protect your neck

Cause mines Only Built For Cuban Linx

I'm parallel to the sophomore jinx

Amerikkka's most wanted just ask sir jinx

Attitudes got rude like Ice Cube

Straight outta Santa Clara you fools

I'm here to break the rules

Drop classics right from the debut

So give all the DJ'S a clue of what i can do!

That's Khaled & Drama, Envy, Jazzy Jeff & Ebro too!

Got the fire I'm Ryu

So sit your dumb ass down

Thinking y'all were ever cool

When i hear your music i just feel like ZZZZZZ

Your music is trash your music is weak i'm going to bed goodnight sleep

Then i wake up and make my art i got the fire & desire the passion to inspire

Laughing at the fact y'all thinking y'all were ever better than me? (ME!)

It's called rap for a reason, rhythm & poetry

Yall just boring me with your sing song melodies

Bitch this is Hip-Hop

Not R&B

But y'all piss me off like R. Kelly

So your telling me rapping ain't cool no more

Money made you rich but never have i seen skills so poor

Dropouts from class

Ain't do your homework Y'all being loud & extra relax

You didn't pass

Ill become Morgan Freeman & expel that ass

So don't cry and try to lean on me later

Saying that's not fair he's just a hater

Call me daddy bitch i'm Darth Vader

Tackle anyone down like the Oakland Raiders

I'm so hungry where the fuck is the waiter

Cause i'll feast on hipsters, hypebeast, clout chasing

Paparazzi, Politician anyone who breathes

Sheesh!

And i hope you don't diss me then try to dismiss yourself

I'm the teacher don't care if the bell ring ding ding

See me in a wrestling ring

The pain that i bring

Give a damn about your bling bling

All ya'll saying the same thing

Can You go 4 bars without ad-libs

That is if you even, even write

Are those compositions or mad libs

All i see is a bunch of Lil Lil Lil Waynes

That need surgery by Dr. Carter

Sorry no trophies try a little harder

Check the dynamics bunch of rich crack addicts

God damn it cravings of a microphone fiend i have it

But i won't need to rehab

All ya'll gonna relapse

Hopefully y'all recover

Then revival re-discover

Hip-Hop

While i engineer the rap game

Like a south Indian wearing flip flops

As i bop

When i hear your music i just feel like ZZZZZZ

Your music is trash your music is weak i'm going to bed goodnight sleep

Then i wake up and make my art i got the fire & desire the passion to inspire

Laughing at the fact ya'll thinking ya'll were ever better than me? ME!