[Verse 1: JZAC]
Uh, lyrically handsome, I'ma drop a anthem
Try to make some money for my fam, I'm a grand, son
Fuck a handgun, I'm shootin' for more (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I got my kicks scuffed 'cause my foot in the door
And all my shit's tough, I'm just provin' it more
Man, I'm so groundbreaking that I'm movin' the floor, whoops
I see these crooks all in castles while we strugglin'
It's all politics, gotta love the government
I'm fuckin' done with it, music 'til my last breath
Shit'll eat you whole if you ever try to half-step
These rappers fake it 'til they make it, man, they all whack
Put 'em in they place, yeah, go ahead and fall back
You fake as shit, boy, you don't even hide it good
You little (Yeah), claim red (Yeah) and you ain't even ridin' hood (Haha)
Or ridin' in it, see, I'll admit it, I ain't G
I am G-R-E with an A-T
A-T J-Z-A-C
That's how you reach me up on Twitter, follow my shit daily
Ayy, see, I'm just a kid tryna do it big
Two pockets probably empty, if I'm lucky got a penny
But my mind rich
[Interlude]
Ah, you know, it comin' full circle again, you know
It-it-it can't be so much of that, man, you know what I mean?
And the little kids, even the kids is kinda tired of the, you know, the BS, man
So, hopefully, the next couple years, we can get back into what we call hip-hop
[Verse 2: An0maly]
Uh, yuh, An0m, huh, yuh
I'ma bring it back, bitch (Uh), I'ma bring the classics (Uh)
I'ma sing songs to make rappers come back with
When this rappin' shit was actually accurate
Acupuncture puncturin' faggots who wanna clash their wits (Bang)
I'm what's happenin', that means that I'm the present
And if you wanna contend, then it's to the future and back with this
I'm not a pacifist
If you come and tempt me, I've learn that this planet can be about
How much ass you kiss
I ain't a fake bitch, all I do is make hits
Independently and tell industry that they ain't shit
Fuck it, bitch, it's An0maly on the damn track (Yeah)
Put you in your manbag (Yeah, yeah), put you in the hand that's (Uh)
Changing music, channelin' angels through it
Show me the top charts, I'll tell you that shit is stupid
Who is really testin' me rappin' or intelectually?
I've been and said and done (Uh) and accomplishin' what you'll never be
Hit with the Zac, vision is crack
Spittin' ridiculous shit on the track
Please don't test him, he's on a different level
Get 'em
[Verse 3: JZAC]
Without further ado, let me spit it and take it another level
Man, I'm special with the pencil
Nah, I'm special with every single writing u-utensil
All I ever really need is another instrumental, uh
I'll bring flame, I ain't talkin' 'bout a type of lighter
I'm the type of writer that'll write up on a type-a-writer
Just to show you old school, soundin' like an old fool
[Hope he sever?] reason from my logic, got no Pro Tools
Just a dream that is followed by a team
With the plan to execute, which'll bring us to the C.R.E.A.M., cash
It's always needed, but, no, it's not the reason
'Cause I do this for the love while these rappers all conceded
[Interlude: JZAC]
Nah, I'm not done with y'all yet
[Verse 4: JZAC]
Showin' these rappers another a-lesson
I get in the booth, and I'm runnin' the session
You must a have question like, "How does he do it?
When did he get so amazing and how on this earth [do they?] [?]
Why are they stupid?"
Murderin' every song, every syllable that I come across
Every other rapper can admit that I'm a fuckin' boss
[Outro: JZAC, Talib Kweli, & Mos Def]
Hit 'em Kweli
Twice in a lifetime, so I'm lettin' you know
We got Black Star, Wordsworth, Punchline, and Jane Doe
Lyrical compete and we emcee
We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree
