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Here the Zone
Up the Ave. rollin' in his pimp
Look at him, wave
While I bump that Daddy

Funkmaster Flex to get a playback
Fuck CD's, next year, I'm doin'
Video on with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype Williams can't me off the scene

Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old
The only with the phone and fax on the same line
I ain't no CEO, just a for rap
My behavior keeps me rich from rap

'Cause when I'm trickin' at the bar, I in with a furnace
Called you long distance, I was cell service
Chicks hella when I take 'em to eat
I'm out the door when they bring the receipt

You date me, you dishes for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
Even when I beat-make the bein' cheapskate
Hittin' up the bill, it's all about the Washington's
You're runnin' up to freestyle? My phone is overdue

So I got a fee style while you a bone or two
She don't like me, I'm here to stay stretch marks
Horny, blow me in the key of f
mad at the Zone because he's on that shit

But she's totally, completely on his
Hell yeah, baby, Zone Mission V
I return, you how we do
We do no hooks

Yo, what I think of that record?
Yo, I thought shit was bullshit
You know I'm sayin'?
I'm straight up honest, I ain't lyin'

I ain't got no time to play y'all
But I get somethin' off my chest right now
I want you to pay very attention
To what I'm say

Internet blow me, askin' for a beat tape
Cough it up, you don't me
You went platinum in a room
Write, click and
I your hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I been rappin' since '81, cares
Talkin' 'bout belt nobody wears
Try to hip-hop, what are you insane?
I just play my part 'cause ain't a damn thing

my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat it
Zone's still zonin' while these fools get
cradle-robbin', still lookin' for your daughter
Step to chicks and lose 'cause my game is out of order

I be like, yo baby, yo baby, still 10 behind
So I still do the runnin' man to keep up with the
Still playin' Duck Hunt, with the temptation
To spray my ex with water filled up with bleach, ho

Still can't pop-lock, still can't write
Like five-O still ain't shit
I hate choruses, I sleep through hooks
scopin' Lucy Liu workin' off the books

Still doin' shows but wind up kicked out
Feminists are mad 'cause I called this bitch out
Still hate 'cause I bone and feel nothin'
2000 somethin' suckers frontin', frontin', frontin'

Keep on
'Cause you're the only man here who's sayin' anythin'
I'd rather not vote at all than for this crook
Hey, you know I am votin' for that jive-ass
You damn right, right, damn right

I got a little message for all cats out there
Makin' dollars a year
Still wanna my shit off the net
Instead of buyin' the CD, you bastards
Fuck y'all,

To all the people that come to my
Who wanna turn the off
'Cause they got mad a little joke
(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there that's a waste of
Your father pulled out early
Fuck
I hope you die and go to hell, you son of a bitch