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zavage - zavage lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m saint nick giving the gift of life this christmas since i decided not to shoot the people on my hit list
call me the summer storm but iont blow on trees
strike em fast like lightning and don’t spend cash on weeds
up late dreaming of swimming in leaves
not the plant but the paper they said would never grow on trees
strapped with heat and carry a cold heart, that’s icy hot
ain’t selling ki’s and i still got the game on lock
be the first rapper to make it with a education, ride or die, roller coaster no final destination, i spit it fast and furious
make ya girl curios, smile like the joker, her man upset, i said to him why so serious?
moving steel and i’ll never go to juvi
fake rappers talking about what they had seen in movies
i bust a cap in another illiterate rapper with no diction
then lay my vengeance upon thee that’s pulp fiction
i split em in half and turn em to a fraction
said he’ld ride in the warfare but now he’s missing in action
the world changed and the old me didn’t survive
so i’m the best rapper alive and the best rapper that died
old school, now i’m going by the name of zavage
making all this green like i grow cabbage
costello said “never let the cheddar be more than what you need
cuz nowadays these pigs out here bleed greed”
so i trust in god and stay away from smoking hay
never believe these men, ain’t have to learn that the hard way
heard he squashed his beef and gave him a hug in the hallway
yet they found him with a knife in his throat the very next day
don zayah, true playa, motivator, terminator, never take advice from a hater
now i got more enemies than i have friends
can’t wait for the day i buy my momma a new benz
i’m the star in the sky that they admire through the telescope
but inside they wishing they was looking through a sniper scope
i bang hard as -ssault rifles in pakistan
heartless with iron negro i’m the tin man
this the return of anthony shea and the no name gang
the dungeon dragon waiting to exhale flames
ready to incinerate these other whack fakes and spit sick lyrics til they fans regurgitate
i’m the godfather cooking up another slaughter
industry said he was dope, so i boiled him in water
put the lid on him sit and wait til his bones pop
then sell him to the rest of the world as crack rock
now go ahead and try and unravel my twisted mind
if yall new school, i’m praying for another columbine
i ride solo steady poppy the throttle
never a third wheel i stay on the motorcycle
man rappers washed up like a rinse cycle
so i break dishes and come to funerals with a bible
grab the preachers mic, start spitting in the eulogy
k!ll em with all of my lines, rocking his jewelry
stop confusing me, i’ll rap until the death of me, come back as a hip hop ent-ty
cuz the flow under construction, don’t try to wreck with me don’t step to me
or imma have to cha cha slide til you find out ya girl had left with me sucka
then they say “dang zay rap fast!”
had to teach em a lesson like you learning in rap cl-ss
but schools cancelled cuz the flow too cold
i be testing everybody when the temperature is below froze
so i take the cypher, turn it to a snow day, leave they playground white as kim k because i’m dope as ye
get it? i’m dope as ye?
i’m king push you don’t listen to g.o.o.d music anyway
i went rehab for these dope lines
and ain’t another rapper out today that can cosign
can’t imitate, duplicate, recreate, money over beef
so i went and traded the steak for the cheesecake
no feelings, hip hop robot
hot as the chicago fire you ain’t even a stove top
every drug and gun bar i ever mades about my rhymes
negativity of the world that’s trapped inside my mind
you think you promoting crime life? you dead wrong
mentally k!lling rappers is the reason for the song
i can tell you wanna know about uncle c from mob fiction
not a real person but part of my mental figment
i take my own advice, old head, brain jur-ssic
every brick i said he pushed was a copy of the cl-ssic
so when nick od’d he represents the nation
give the tape to america, i’m the native ronald reagan
that’s how i use the mic to take over
blueprint, but i’m repping a different jay-hovah
came in the game hungry all yall getting is leftovers
thunder storm that don’t blow over, give em the cold shoulder
never had to rest with a tec in the dresser
i keep my business quiet like i’m selling suppressors
let the cold wind blow, mental mafioso
all i spit is coco, i did it on the low low
i’m too smart for my age like stewie griffin
abusive mind state leave a microphone limping
i don’t smoke drugs i’m dope enough already
the moment i roll up a blunt boy i blow up like i’m confetti
then p-ss the machete turn ya head to spaghetti
play hop scotch with bouncing betty’s and break levi’s so get ready
i swing heavy and make him sweaty
i’m the sun on two feet i’m too hot to dap up
best believe you look down on me you’ll get smacked up
then let my words get inside ya head like relaxer
i got em salty they try to -ssault me but i’ll smoke em all and get more green like i’m bob marley no autopsy for all of these bodies
if cops shot me they’ll get wet up make em soggy and make backs bend like the style of doggy
wonder why kids gave gangstas admiration
cuz they came from the bottom and still went and made it
made moves and millions without an education
now imagine what we can do with a lil motivation
no love for a racist, capitalist punk
i was happy when el chapo put a 100 mil on trump
i’ld die to see somebody make him slump with a pump
i’ld do it myself but he ain’t even worth the gun
iont act tough i just spit rough
angry enough to squeeze the m16 at a school bus
lil jimmy shoot up a school it’s mental illness
tryone catch a body, he a hood with no feelings?
politicians politicking misrepresenting on television so i hope to tell my vision blood soaked to all my children
steady winning, never in my lonely
me & my ninjas my homies shin0bi’s
got my back like car seats ride for me with no lease
guaranteed to k!ll the old me, you don’t know me
young photographer on these oops glock for a crop went and had to give my own cousin headshots
(gunshot)
yeah i’m that hostile
i’ll be that way til the devil singing gospel, impossible
the zavage is unstoppable

[outro]
costello: you know what i like about restaurants?

zay: the f-ckin’ food? i don’t know, what?

costello: you learn a lot, watching things eat

- zavage lyrics

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