Shadowboxing

(Verse 1 - GrewSum)

I'm still the illest even on the days it's improvised

Your simple mind can't comprehend the shit that lives in mine

It's ill advised to go against me, 'cause my skill's divine

I killed some guys up in the house and then just chilled inside

Want me to leave then make me

Must not believe I'm crazy

Psycho diseased with rabies, who hasn't been sleeping lately

These women try getting' involved

But fuck it i'm killin' them all

Hack 'em up and let 'em live in the walls

Knowing nobody will miss 'em at all



(Verse 2 - E The Rapper)

Yo

See I've been feeling so lost

When hitting the wall

It's hard to admit that i'm wrong

In gettin' involved

With fictional images screaming the victory song

Ain't winning at all

But god forbid I see you judging me

Misery loves company

I dare a n***a fuck with me

I'll knuckle up and uppercut a chump outside his mother's crib

Tough until the snuff'll make him wonder what the fuck he did

Because I've had enough effected by my enemies

But Imma drink it up and keep pretending like everything's..





(Verse 3 - Suzie Homewrecker)

Picture perfect

I paint a perfect picture 'bout the struggles we endure

But we're just blessed to even live it

All the trials and tribulations to the laughing on the stairs

But it won't even matter once we've finally made it there

The beauty of it all is that life is drawn in color

Pop the bubble, pull the covers, build a city with this rubble

Let the influence of our music

Lead to a stronger movement

We're all we got right now

Just us and the music



(Verse 4 - Diz One)

You know the kid's been sick as fuck

I came equipped with spliffs of skunk

Bitch hold that lip and zip it up

We're jammin' 'Pac and lickin' blunts

I've been a rebel since the birth

We out here questioning your worth

You're stirring up drama, kicking up dirt

You out here snitching, selling words

You fuck guys and you use spit for lube

I grip that mic and spit the truth

You'd hate to see us gettin' loot

You'd hate to see us get the juice

I can see in your face, yo, i read all the hate

Jealousy, envy, the sickest diseases

But i swear it ain't easy

I promise this game is as cold as the breeze is

Tell me right now, have you ever sold dope to a man who was named after Jesus

Yeah, my click is here we want control

Bet we step in you tuck and roll

Bet Doja rolled some custom grow

And bet we never love these hoes

Yeah





(Verse 5 - Perennial)

I hope to let go of my broken zoned out lonely clout

Consoling this frozen moment

Knowing there's no holding out

Folding clones of moldy drones

Knowing there's no goin' home

I hoarded droves of torn up clothes

And burnt the stolen holy tone

Once, I dreamed of a higher being

Sire, I greeted him, he said to bleed is needed

So I bled 'til heathens fed on him

Starfire turned to rhetoric

Christian turned to heretic

Disowned the name Jehovah

And left Jesus with a bone to pick

I cloned a batch of overzealous groaning peasants

Then picked apart a heart of stone and dis-embowled the remnants

Wrapped a towel around this fowl scoundrels code of ethics

Then drowned his vile temptress in a mode of potent phonetics



(Verse 6 - Sarah Violette)

I'm not your reflection

All these fuckers wanna mirror me

That's just because they ain't fuckin' with me lyrically

I'll go so much deeper then you'll ever even get to go

I'll meet the Grim Reaper just to tell him all the shit I know

Sell 'em all the visuals, the portraits that I paint alike

Straying from the typical before I even gained a life

And if you try to speak my name I hope you say it right

And spit it with conviction, 'cuz the truth and I, we taste alike



(Verse 7 - Dubbs)

Yo

I paid the price for killin' beats

I've been an ill emcee

I pen the words, and switch the words

These rappers they get kicked to curbs

Just wait, the shit gets worse

I turn into a demon, creepin'

Don't need a reason

To introduce you and reach the reaper

I trip and get so ignorant they think the shit is fixed

Bitches think they slick, they hit me thinking they can get this dick

But no, i'm focused on rapping collecting benefits

Grinding 'til the time when i feel like I really give a shit









(Verse 8 - LYR)

Ay, yeah

I'm back, yeah

Guess who's 'bout to make them have a bad year

These pussies couldn't contest Zen, with a Pap Smear

Cat's hear the shit I write down and get some white out

I'm so blunt, i could get a record deal from White Owl

'Cause right now, these faggots rap and lack the right style

It's awkward, like try performing for an all white crowd

I'm sick of rapping it's corny but sorta sells

I want a time machine, so I can abort myself

Huh, Zen