[Intro]
Yo, my name's the HideandSeekZoo, I'll be your emcee today. We're going to do a little bit of rapping a shit nawm saying

[Verse 1]
It's the Hide to the Seek, from the strong to the weak
And every time that I speak it reeks of the real shit from the land of make believe
And you're smoking on some maple leaves
Said I got the connect to the dro so you know we smoking on some able trees
Check the stats when i rap cos when I attack with the drive that you lack I'm able to push back your whack crew
Back to where you started
Where weak and dope get departed
And my flow is kinda retarded, if you make fun of it you're cold-hearted
And like the rest, we lay 'em out to rest
Plus my flow is Breaking Bad so, I mix it in with meth and some coke and shrooms and heroine inside a needle
Emcees are feeble got me thinking "What if?"
Shout out to Seevo
The stee, amigo cloud of smoke wherever we go
Fuck swag, we got stilo, save the dopeness like heroes
I kick bars while I'm gazing at the stars
And I tell you where I'm at, it doesn't matter where you are

[Verse 2]
On the sunnyside of everything in Vacaville
I spark a blunt and chill, motherfucker know the dil
Check my heartbeat, beating along with the kick drum
If you know me, you know that I'm sick and I don't show any symptom
No need for the medicine, bless your weak soul like a reverend and make fun of your brethren
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the name is HideandSeekZoo
This is all I love to do with my hand on the brew, other hand on my nutsack, yelling, "Where the drugs at?"
Wait, scratch that, where the love at? See a fine bitch, needa hug that

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, Simon says pass the blunt to Obama so, he can legalize the ganja
My rhymes are hotter than a sauna
Be a whack rapper, nah I don't wanna
I just want to speak into this mic until my mind wanders
Smoke this blunt to break down your nervousness
While I rap with a sweet style, I used to start serving kids
Break 'em down to the smallest increment and I don't care what you think of it, or give a shit
This is simply how I live and you never see me fronting cos i'm in the backseat
Two percent, faded and blunted
Coming with the illness, bitch can you feel this?
The sound from the town, the only one that is real, kid
I don't even rap, i just talk and people like that shit
I'm lit like a stick
What's hannenin', trick?
Go and tell your homies the Zoo is coming with a vengeance
I attack with this pen but I kill with a sentence
And you can send this, mail this with a ribbon
Cos the way I rap is a compliment on the way that I'm living
Driven on the money, never driven on the hunnies
I'm just driven on the road to success, now ain't it funny?
Cos I'm lowkey with the homies and we blow trees
Rapping on some dope beats, sipping o-ies
Who the fuck is going to roll these blunts cos I rather be a rapper in the back smoking a sack
I roll it fat now tell me where the fuck you at, motherfucker