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don’t funk up our beats 6 - jzac lyrics

[intro]
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjzac

[verse]
came back this year loco with a flow so cold like
brr, brr, brr, brr
you get nerves when i word this verse
’cause you know i murder*der*der
metaphorically, i’m hors d’oeuvre
y’all more like some gerber, gerber
in real life people quiet as a mouse
ironically it change when they on they cursor
you get aggressive with the keyboard
hide behind the screen with no remorse
see for too
blow up all the comments like a c4
drama’s what you seek for
gassed up, need more fuel
funk you, and funk you too
i make hits, what the funk you do?
finna jump bump, bump, then i got your punk [?]
[?] what the f*ck i do?
this cat gonna purr perfect this
practice all my words at breakfast
apple bits in my cereal
that’s food for thought, i’m so tremendous
so stupendous
don’t pretend i’m so relentless every sentence
everybody calling me an assh0l*
’cause i’m so d*mn *n*l ’bout work ethic
looking at the bottom of the barrel and see you
got you staring at the bottom of my barrel, b*tch, please
i ain’t saying that i shoot, but when i’m in the booth
it’s suicide tryna go against me
i solemnly swear if i win then i’m taking my mama to spain (sike)
my fingers were crossed, i’m buying some pot and a lot of champagne (sike)
blindside, like i ran up on you
jzac, b*tch, man, i warned you
cautious of these snake motherf*ckers
’cause they really out here tryna end or con you
write songs like a python with a pipe bomb
when the mic on, i might tie som’
no right arm but when i write, i’m so d*mn nice i’m kimbo slice all
through the track like machete, godd*mn, you ready? (godd*mn, you ready?)
man, this sh*t so heavy, godd*mn, you ready? (godd*mn, you ready?)
and the flows, got plenty, godd*mn, you ready? (godd*mn, you ready?)
and it’s all [?], godd*mn, you ready? (godd*mn, you ready?)
look, last year when i dropped my sh*t
[?] hot when i rock that sh*t
and i’m far from pop, but this sh*t popped off
then it hit bar stool and i lost my sh*t, f*ck it
new year, new year, i’m blessed
no [?why, new ears?] to bless, get it?
no [?why, new ears?] to bless
listen real close, give them ears a test, i’m a
whizz kid with the words do wonders
you shocked that i don’t do numbers
i don’t f*ck with these dudes, newcomers
don’t talk sh*t, y’all suck cucumbers
come with us, so i really hope, really hope you hearing me
if i lose this sh*t, then it’s not my fault
this part of the conspiracy, see
it’s one big game, and
dame’s brain’s just ways from a satellite in sp*ce
to vacate the human race
and funk volume ain’t people, they just human bodies ran by robots
which is ran by the illuminati
and they know that i knew it, probably
so anything they do’s to stop me
maybe i’m just overthinking it
[outro]
think i’m overthinking this song
song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song
think i’m overthinking this song
song, song, song, song

- jzac lyrics

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