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Ground Zero/Lost Tribe destruction
nephil seraph maverick zenith
Nathan 22 5'11" 145lbs. 1/2 African, 1/3 English/Irish, 1/6 cherokee and various european nationalities. (approximations all) Charleston, SC, USA Unique. If there is one word to describe SMZ, then that is surely it. Born to a mixed couple he has never fit into any traditional classification. Just as likely to spend a Saturday playing football as Dungeons & Dragons. Regardless of what he's doing however, he excels at it. Picking up the mic only about a year and a half ago, he is already gathering attention due to, above all else, his extraordinarily rapid elevation. His lyrics display an intellectualism uncommon to be mixed with culturally conscience themes. Influenced further by his strong faith and wide gambit of interests, his words will leave you forced to acknowledge an emerging master of the art. Love ballads, Story-telling tracks, Intellectual rants, Battle disses and Freestyles... SMZ does it all. Expect a compilation or mixtape in the near future.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,982
Peak in subgenre #965
Author
SMZ
Uploaded
November 01, 2006
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:32
Lyrics
I'm murder on a mic ain’t been a nigga this dope since the birth of Christ you heard me right - my mere voice is proof that that ain't blasphemy this is mastery - so don't be a fool now I'll fuck you up worse than an Amish schoolhouse DPS lay the rules down - you don’t wanna mess with us claws like tigers and we bite hard like Yesika Reaper in my shadow - I'm just the messenger and I ain't mean AIM, cause if I take aim, you lames be lame on a track can’t be matched - so go toe-to-toe with me ain't even fair when none of you can flow on beat I bust like Kobe see, and yall just the ovary gettin overly excited - smother you with pillows you be bitin go head an’ press charges! I’ll benchpress you targets pound for pound I got the pounds to upset the round scales of justice when I come to fight you niggas got no weight like a great drive-thru let's both be real - put the cards in ya hand kid this a game of skill so I take no chances slam this mornin after pill in asshole's asshole no bull, just cattle they ain't really really wanna battle - lookin kinda frazzled don't want beef with mine I see em on the sign sayin: EAT MOR CHIKIN all oxymorons - cats straight faggots like asses an' fat tits - RemiRaw talent only show up in flashes yeah they hot - but not like he thought nigga can't grow some balls - he in post-menopause I wrestle ideas in tandem with the anthem this cat can only throw the randomest tantrums like a phantom I abandon self proper in a beat while Joker’s voice seems fit for opera to me tell me seriously man, nah, I wanna know now how you really gonna scream til ya throat go out and THEN start recordin that - voice crackin up and down more than an ass sound horrible fag and no it ain’t raw, it ain’t gritty or pretty and NO, you DO NOT sound like JaRule, or even Fifty or Diddy but you do sound like every other hick who just moved to a place in the city worse I see Anonumus, tryna hang with cool kids sit by the pool bitch I know you ain’t playin - you actually stupid only way you model is before pictures taken for Pro-Active Solutions and Air Essence, don’t stand in my prescence completely ass backwards ain’t scared of gettin dissed and then smacked after but yeah, I know ya weaknesses, habit that you lovin I’ll duct tape ya wrists, just so you can’t cut them my comments hit hard like uncommon comets passin by stars, thru bottomless space leave ya world pock-marked like Anonumus face so yall the Lost Tribe - stuck behind some mountains that you can’t see past dissolve you easily cause I’m a legend nigga and this here be the map I see you women bleed - look sick an' impoverished hand out some pads right before I kick Knowledge I’m one of the classics rhymes like diarrhea, way they run thru these asses should call this my site, cause I’m the one to beat chop Wordz straight in half like funerals is fun to me yall bumblin like bumbebees this the only warnin, the hornets are swarmin no longer dormant, mournin the mornings forced to forms we were born in with portents DPS like previous which leavs this takeover mostly just tedious Ground Zero be the easiest, place to place a monument you face to face with confidence my swagger alone woulda smashed you holmes got you scared of ya own shadow, watchin everything I do nigga betta come to the battle with a saddle - cause the beat about to ride YOU any psychiatrist could diagnose you with a terrible plight musaphobia - cause you sound scared of the mic wack mufuckers... y’all crew even confused what the name is Ground Zero - collection of rubble an broken pavement Lost Tribe... lol... no wonder you got a shamin’
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