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E-Manual Zi - LoWz Lyrics



E-Manual Zi - LoWz Lyrics




My legacy will prolly be as long as my acronymn
I'll prolly go double myrrh before I go platinum
Gimme ten years in music before I move to slasher films
Castin' Burton's sloppy seconds, Johnny Depp to act in em'
This pot came to smack the black of the kettle
Hip hop isn't my forte, I guess I could settle
You'll need a ritual to get me out
Hell, maybe several
So grab an exorcist, an alchemist, and probably the Surgeon General
I can't make waves if I don't call names, man this
Game's so lame n' I know it won't change, so I
Take my aim with a sharpened blade
Shaw-shank yo ass like I was Andy Dufrane
You can't handle the fissures of my delivery
Triggerin' dopamine, hittin' you harder than ecstasy
Courtesy of chemistry located in my destiny
I lack humility so doin' this is my specialty

I'm isolated 'cause I'm cold with it
If you don't dig it, think I give a f*ck?
No
Turn up, get f*cked up
But you'll never know the high end of my
Lows

Piece by piece, deceased, the human in me ceased
Now I'm crawlin' out the f*ckin' belly of the beast
Release a whole new form of disaster, shatterin' it
From home plate, over the fence
Call it assault n' batterin'
Peek into Mr. Murdle's yard, I bet it has more balls
Than any of ya'll, 'cause I'm killin it, Smalls
I may not be super original, this is true
But let me turn that question around, how 'bout you?
I'm doin' this shit the only way that I know
As appealing as Ventura comin' out a rhino
Exposure like the sun, but ya'll are albino
So if I ever drop an album, do I think that you'll buy? No
Hell of a shell of a shoulda, coulda, woulda man
This lyrical nothingness is outta my hands
No plans, don't give a f*ck like I'm havin' a stroke
Competitors may have the punchline
But I have the killing joke

I'm isolated 'cause I'm cold with it
If you don't dig it, think I give a f*ck?
No
Turn up, get f*cked up
But you'll never know the high end of my
Lows

How many times do I have to hit the same point 'til it sticks
'Til anyone comprehends why I'm so f*ckin' pissed
Let me make a list of all the illiterate artists that exist
How many do you think claim to know what rap is?
What reason do I have to hate that to pieces?
Not too long ago, people promoted Slim Jesus
It seems bein' the weakest and the meekest is the best way
To get anyone to bump me through their speakers, so hey!
F*ck bein' introcate
I'm goin' belligerent
The only thing larger than these fool's egos is their ignorance
It's ridiculous when shit like this becomes ubiquitous
I may not be the illest, but at least I'm not the pestilence
Subliminal messages, infected, we're just festerin'
Best to just let it sit n' hope you're not the one catchin' it
They got a hold, they flexin' it
N' like a dog, you're fetchin' it
You're stuck in a loop while they hide the truth
But I bet you think I'm stretchin' it

I'm isolated 'cause I'm cold with it
If you don't dig it, think I give a f*ck?
No
Turn up, get f*cked up
But you'll never know the high end of my
Lows
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My legacy will prolly be as long as my acronymn
I'll prolly go double myrrh before I go platinum
Gimme ten years in music before I move to slasher films
Castin' Burton's sloppy seconds, Johnny Depp to act in em'
This pot came to smack the black of the kettle
Hip hop isn't my forte, I guess I could settle
You'll need a ritual to get me out
Hell, maybe several
So grab an exorcist, an alchemist, and probably the Surgeon General
I can't make waves if I don't call names, man this
Game's so lame n' I know it won't change, so I
Take my aim with a sharpened blade
Shaw-shank yo ass like I was Andy Dufrane
You can't handle the fissures of my delivery
Triggerin' dopamine, hittin' you harder than ecstasy
Courtesy of chemistry located in my destiny
I lack humility so doin' this is my specialty

I'm isolated 'cause I'm cold with it
If you don't dig it, think I give a f*ck?
No
Turn up, get f*cked up
But you'll never know the high end of my
Lows

Piece by piece, deceased, the human in me ceased
Now I'm crawlin' out the f*ckin' belly of the beast
Release a whole new form of disaster, shatterin' it
From home plate, over the fence
Call it assault n' batterin'
Peek into Mr. Murdle's yard, I bet it has more balls
Than any of ya'll, 'cause I'm killin it, Smalls
I may not be super original, this is true
But let me turn that question around, how 'bout you?
I'm doin' this shit the only way that I know
As appealing as Ventura comin' out a rhino
Exposure like the sun, but ya'll are albino
So if I ever drop an album, do I think that you'll buy? No
Hell of a shell of a shoulda, coulda, woulda man
This lyrical nothingness is outta my hands
No plans, don't give a f*ck like I'm havin' a stroke
Competitors may have the punchline
But I have the killing joke

I'm isolated 'cause I'm cold with it
If you don't dig it, think I give a f*ck?
No
Turn up, get f*cked up
But you'll never know the high end of my
Lows

How many times do I have to hit the same point 'til it sticks
'Til anyone comprehends why I'm so f*ckin' pissed
Let me make a list of all the illiterate artists that exist
How many do you think claim to know what rap is?
What reason do I have to hate that to pieces?
Not too long ago, people promoted Slim Jesus
It seems bein' the weakest and the meekest is the best way
To get anyone to bump me through their speakers, so hey!
F*ck bein' introcate
I'm goin' belligerent
The only thing larger than these fool's egos is their ignorance
It's ridiculous when shit like this becomes ubiquitous
I may not be the illest, but at least I'm not the pestilence
Subliminal messages, infected, we're just festerin'
Best to just let it sit n' hope you're not the one catchin' it
They got a hold, they flexin' it
N' like a dog, you're fetchin' it
You're stuck in a loop while they hide the truth
But I bet you think I'm stretchin' it

I'm isolated 'cause I'm cold with it
If you don't dig it, think I give a f*ck?
No
Turn up, get f*cked up
But you'll never know the high end of my
Lows
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