Top Songs By Ground Zero
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kadis
Songwriter
Aeonsone
Songwriter
MC Razor
Songwriter
SYLLAblistic
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yo lets do this lets do this
Lets go lets go
I been firing these off since I was a young lame
Small frame no skin on my bones no shame
Saw the game, love to Fame
No mention where that got him
I draw lines like states aint
Pretend I belong friend
Fuck ya trend
That be going outta fashion
I suspend action
Fool proof plans based on classics
I attack it
The only option left
Spit bars according
To how I'm feel when I'm stressed
Blow lids when I flex and dent the cement
Transcend hip hop cemeteries at best when I wreck this
Stress this more than before implore y'all keep up
Whether grindin or pushing limits on speakers
We up n about so keep yo insurance
No assurance needed when we speaking the bullshit
We full clip spitters smiling out a full lip
Y'all red flags to the horns on this bull, bitch
Grump, Ima mothafuckin grump
Wont let you get a line now, not even a bump
Grump grump, just a bunch of fuckin grumps
Choppin yall down, and leave you fuckin stumped
Grump, Ima mothafuckin grump
Wont let you get a line now, not even a bump
Grump grump, just a bunch of fuckin grumps
Choppin yall down, and leave you fuckin stumped
Yo yo yo who wants to battle
I'll snatch you snakes off the floor and, rip off your rattles
Go in & Odin calls me Razor Allfather
I ground you toy soldier sons and doll daughters (Forevaa)
Two yards deep
All these shots I serve, I'm a true barkeep
Your barks weak, even weaker than your bite is
Any speaker speaking peaks & gets blown out tryna fight this
The clay of life stays put till I mold it
We can't see eye to eye, you motherfuckers are blindfolded
Origami ugly ducklings
Y'all might be married to the beat, but I got you hubbies cucking
Study up & bring it
Idle hands the devils playground and you can catch this swing set
Left hook right hook but one punch could settle shit
Ya face gon crunch like a kettle chip (Yo)
I am the infinite, space you're living in
Down to every single lyric I be spittin quick
Call me SYLLA
This soliloquy was written way before I chose a pen
Even the, paper was a tree way back before we cut that shit
Speaking of Trees, I smoke till I'm static
Roll it up tight, upon a loose leaf
Cuz this is loosely thematic
I'm talkin cursive to addicts
I know I'm speaking erratic
But this is me, I am the only
Don't fuck with me if you missed it
Pause
Cuz I cannot give a fuck
I have been on a rush
Trying to make a buck fiddy to catch the bus
Workin from 6 to 4
Still makin time to go
Out of my way for the people I never trust
Damn if I do if I don't but who give a fuck
If you've been keepin up I AM the who and what
I am the giver the ripper the void we deliver
The soul and the body the one in the mirror
The echo the ripple the stone and the river
The mountain the valley the food and the dinner
The shadow the light and the time in the middle
The person you see when you pass by the window
I'm who you believe in when nothing is settled
But I am not God, I am a sinner
I am a human with earthly endeavor's
While looking for pleasures
Well
I am a Grump, Bitches, Thats all we got brudah
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