Zebulon (fg. IX) (feat. 20syl & Jason Medeiros)

Hold up, I ain't nobody you wanna fuck with
I aim to body, I ain't no hobbyist, no I gotta pump grip lung
That'll dump six slugs in a punk kids um Napoleon complex
My goal is to conflict Mongolian Khan, I'm on who wanna come piss
You'll need a compass if you wanna contest what can you accomplish
Damn I gotta confess, look
I stay the same, see the state of my name it ain't change
My stage is my arraignment I make no fake claim
Like bang, entertainment in vain
Enter tame till you turn to attain and attain
Ain't the aim to be burned like a flame to the fame
Trained my brain to discern when a thing ain't a thing
Just be but I won't let them sting
Just me but I won't let them hang
Like my nuts do dick on the guest list plus two
She wanna get on my setlist, fuck you
Wrote enough songs for my X's
I'm looking for some O's in a row on a check shit
Don't you forget about me till breakfast
Clubs are just a meeting of the reckless
Got me doing lines for the simple minds
Dreaming of a time when I didn't know the meaning or where hell was

I'ma go up there, listen
These days I feel it's like right here
Me waiting on a change like a light year
Everything is heavy stressing on my levy, man I'm empty
Leveraging my Chevy stretching all my fedi, rent ain't ready
And I didn't even mention then that she was pregnant
Ain't no pension intervention, just my pen and every sentence
Let me be, man just let me be, went to FR and I'm still on EE

Zebulon, I am Zebulon
I ain't at my peak
Purple mountain majesties
And my God, I'ma need your grace
As far as I can see
When you crown thy good with brotherhood
Don't you forget about me

Easy now, just please the crowd, believe me
The recent sound won't be around so please be free
Not in the sense of my fee
Not in the sense that my cents will be two
For the two that I put on the beat
I do what I do, can you please let me eat?
When you went to school and you got a degree
Didn't you then assume that you'd get on your feet?
And maybe get a check at the end of two weeks?
Maybe some respect for the ends that you meet?
I mean them two like shoes on the feet
Damn, ain't they meant for you to climb to the peak man
I will rhyme to this beat, very clear you'll find I think
That though you'll understand it won't expand your mind
So I will blink

Yeah, and then I'm back at it with the matics
The craft, the auto, the math, the prag
The dra, the, the, the climatic
The peak to Zebulon, I'm on like Mont Blanc to some
Who want some, well come and climb that shit
Timberline mind feeling something like the Atlas
Colder from the shoulders 'cause he holding up these bastards
See the whole world and it's full of bad asses
No wonder they think that it's flat shit
Masters of the universe, he-he, man got no intuition, nah
Mass turds with a uni curse, ah
'Cause he and she still owning they tuition
In mass my words spark a universe, ah
Big bang, found my own ammunition
Any last words fore my tooly burst
Damn, this slang got rounds, listen, listen
That's two shots through the roof
We were just drinking out the chalice I've been given
For these two shots you'll need two livers
That's just how potent the talent is, forgive me
Feeling dizzy, feeling Disney, feeling malt feeling Mickey's
That amusement, feeling Minnie
That's what muse meant, can you feel me?
In a universe that's huge, feeling huge is really silly
Find me climbing out to view it up on the mountains if it kills me

Zebulon, I am Zebulon
I ain't at my peak
Purple mountain majesties
And my God, I'ma need your grace
As far as I can see
When you crown thy good with brotherhood
Don't you forget about me
Don't you forget about me
Forget about me
As far as I can see
When you crown thy good with brotherhood
Don't you forget about me

Zebulon, I am Zebulon
I ain't at my peak
Purple mountain majesties
And my God, I'ma need your grace
As far as I can see
When you crown thy good with brotherhood
Don't you forget about me