Ay whats going on?.....long time no see man.... yeah i know.
how the kids doing?.......
aiight tell them I said Hi....How ya mama doing?.........
My first day back man
It feel soo good...
Mike thanks for rolling out the red carpet for a nigga man.
You know a lot of people ask me man...
they say Zak you only made
like 6,7 songs and i ain't hear from your ass for months.
what you
retire?....
I'm like naaa Man I had Bills to pay...But its aiight..
Cause I'm right back at it like crack addicts that sniff-
Bottom pin the rack in my dads attic and lift-
it ain't hard to spit about some non-factual shit-
like I'm a hustler on the strip with a half pound or a brick-
hit the studio, act tough, come back with a hit-
or talk slick, like I'm harder then a mannequin tit- (huh)
and if it don't bring money you can have it-
unless it bring me things in the diet of a rabbit-
...thats karats
for you dumb bastards who didn't understand it-
or took it as being average-
"hold up hold up...ay mike you know i like playing with em right?
you ready....LOOK..."
Hot dog, Hot sauce and a carrot-
beef stroganoff, hog mog and some cabbage-
thats food for thought put it all in a basket-
and if it ain't enough then I'ma toss in a sandwich-
but don't choke-
man the flow's no joke-
you don't even come close-
slow poke, I'm ghost............
damn i don't even see you-
i ain't mean to leave you-
but you far from my equal-
yeah i write rhymes don't forget i make beats too-
you ain't gotta hate pull up a chair ill teach you-
and they ask me why i don't trust people-
man ask the chick that live in the crib wit Cecil-
thats a whole nother fucking rap another sequel-
material to use in a track if i need to-
back to the flows i chose to get exposed-
i pose for the hoes wit gold and summer clothes-
I'm the best in my town homie pound for pound-
yeah i said it, tell my stenographer to write that down- (huh)
see there i go spitting again-
but thats the bullshit to draw you stupid listeners in-
so listen up take another sip of your gin-
and I'ma give you some time to run and get you a pen-
"You got ya pens ready right?...i want you to write this next partdown"
I seen the blueprint plans-
of the land from like here to the Sands-
I had that shit right there in my hand-
so if you hustling i hope it ain't grams-
cause the lowest price for land-
is a couple of hundred grand-
yeah...you can sit a nod like you don't understand-
we only got a 3 to 5 year timespan- (yeah)
cause right now we running the streets-
a couple years they gone be taking this from under our feet- (huh)
see i know that cause i chat wit the bosses-
mama named me Zak so I'm half in the office-
half in the hood with the crack and the torches-
baby mama drama and the platinum crosses-
regardless of the bombing they ain't trinna find Osama-
but they finding baby fathers who cant pay their baby mamas-
and ever since the rise of the price of gas-
its like my ride burn gas like twice as fast- (huh)
I ain't political, I just see a problem-
and the only way to solve em is to find em and resolve em-
I'm just afraid cause before the first grade-
my little sister came home and knew all about slaves-
never taught how to invest or how to save-
so we get around whites and we don't know how to behave-
but (ignorant) is bliss so just turn around and wave-
goodbye to your freedom, hello to minimum wage-
do a coon dance, cut ya nappy ass braids-
WELCOME TO AMERICA ENJOY YA STAY......
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