Lyrics
Zulu Kain on the mic,
Zulu Kain on the Beat,
This one is for you and you and you.
Keep talkin man, you dont know about me,
I would expect you, to be the one that speaks,
Some jealous, mad cuz they rap weak,
And mad cuz I never rap about the streets,
I told you once before Im real as can be,
and Im not from the hood, so as you can see,
I aint no gangsta, I just rep Jesus,
Christ as If you didnt know that already
my rhymes are so called ill,
so chill, remember the responce from the crowd thats real,
and notice in our battle never said Im trill,
or watch the blood spill, and you still got killed.
Look Im not tryna brag or nuthin,
But I listen to you talk and I can tell you frontin,
Your the last person that should be tellin me sumthin,
Go catch your mouth cuz, your trap keeps runnin,
(This is how it goes down)
Man your jaw keeps yappin,
dissin me when your rappin,
relax kid just dont sweat,
if you dont like what I do,
Sit back relax be cool, yea,
why dont ya just keep moving,
keep doin what you do,
keep pursin,
all your pursin,
if you dont like what I do,
Lay back be cool cuz I aint you.
Remember when you to that you want me dead,
Im still here man, so what you said,
and Im not hiding Im right here,
so dont you think once that i am scared,
Im not intimidated, and I can tell you hate it,
ya you won a couple battles, go ahead and celebrate it,
Collaborate on the fact, you pushed me back a little bit,
But why hesitante, Attack me with a bigger hit,
see you noticed already, I'll cut you up like a machete,
with my mind, and rhymes, these punches come heavy,
Youll never be steady, and youll never be ready,
for the final blow u'll use to take me out,
I can tell by the way that sweating,
you patiently waiting, and I wait on you to come get me,
This is how I break this down.
I hope you realise that your just a clown.
I bet you know, that your times runnin low,
Sooner or later your gonna have to go,
Your in your last days now, put on a great show,
Try and survive, I dont think so,
Your trippin, think you got a grasp on me,
Im but kick you out to the grass homie,
you think your choke hold would last on me,
As if I didnt know your a phony,
Show me, tell me, how do you expect to win,
My outside weak but Im strong within,
Bring your whole crew, call all your friends,
I'll call you out in the streets, come and get me man,
God's on my side, no way you can win,
with your mouth full of sin, and your ways so grim,
Bring it on then the war is now,
THis is how It all goes down.
