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ozay moore - nu zulu lyrics

nu zulu lyrics
ozay moore:
as if they didn’t know, oh’s in the kitchen cooking slow in need of a bigger stove. simmer low little homey go fetch a bigger bowl, i got two rules give them something new make it dope. smoke mirrors and c0ke, ain’t ever been in my cup of tea give em a cup of joe. im up another couple writing till the cup is cold, they’re under covers sleep i’m deep in compositions gold, mining my own for the rush. busting milk and honey hustle buzz lovely, keep the same but i can use a little extra money. kids knowing their pops is dope can’t take it from me, but the only way of paying bills is knowing how to budget
i’m on a tight one the tethers got no slack. beast of the blue collar speaking for them 2 dollar raises and the few thousand fans that got o’s back. naming their own fair prices on band camp. keeping that pay pal bubbling, customer appreciation day is at the date i drop another one. maybe when the summer comes i’ll use a little pto to hit the road, maybe hit the globe for a week or so. troublesome, here comes trouble son, award show rappers thinking imma take jabs at their c-mber buns , knuckle up punk i rhyme for sport, we can go toe to toe hope you got the dough for the life support. numbers up, now you fully understand the m.o, and i ain’t tripping on the gold less it’s a medal, the t-tle holder as the mic control rebel kicking up the kind of dust that takes a life time to settle/

theory hazit:
it can’t stop and it can’t quit, every time i hit the studio my girl can’t stand it. “all rappers sound alike”, until tonight i kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug, then i drop the mic. its the return of the raw. axel foley when i yo “baby yo baby yo ya’al”. waiving a gun on safety a tongue with no filter, i ain’t listening to music unless its sk!llful. so kick dust or kick rocks, i kick rhyme and reason, last year i would have just kicked your t–th in, black spade turned zulu, if my spears ain’t over your head they running through you (you better ask somebody. like a nod deuce do, make em forget who’s hot and who’s who, off the wall like, dark skinned mike with screws loose. if you like being alive you better stick to poetry and keep my name out your mind (i know that )

forged in the fire by the pressures of slighted oversight comes the nu zulu. a reappropriation of power, radical with the means and restless with the fonk. its time “old heads” its time “young bloods”, queens kings, sistas and brothas. its time…its time

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