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Z the Stranger - Xerox Lyrics



Z the Stranger - Xerox Lyrics




"Take it or leave it." I say as I rock a show like a Roc-a-Fella member
I planned it all on blue paper
A renegade of a trend setter
Your best better be blessed with a recipe of the best beats
And lyrics to test me. Otherwise I'm heading to the next level
Step up, step up. You're staying put on the ladder
I'm rapidly elevating to Heaven's gates
Tell Kevin Gates to quit rapping. He's a bit
Temperamental 'bout his image
I don't think y'all are different. You're wishing
You can hit it quick with simple synonyms about your dick
Bitch, it's fiction

Witness a visionary considering diction to deliver a message
Frivolous effort. My time is kept in fifty forever
Nine-to-five forces. Put five work men in a fort
Knives forge eye sores. Eye patch over the soul of a soldier
A true working class hero. Everyone's covering each other
Copying, copying, copying 'til there ain't no more rations in the bunker
I'm wondering what it is sucking money from under the stomachs of the hungry
Maybe the lust of seeing the luster of another motherf*cking sunrise
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"Take it or leave it." I say as I rock a show like a Roc-a-Fella member
I planned it all on blue paper
A renegade of a trend setter
Your best better be blessed with a recipe of the best beats
And lyrics to test me. Otherwise I'm heading to the next level
Step up, step up. You're staying put on the ladder
I'm rapidly elevating to Heaven's gates
Tell Kevin Gates to quit rapping. He's a bit
Temperamental 'bout his image
I don't think y'all are different. You're wishing
You can hit it quick with simple synonyms about your dick
Bitch, it's fiction

Witness a visionary considering diction to deliver a message
Frivolous effort. My time is kept in fifty forever
Nine-to-five forces. Put five work men in a fort
Knives forge eye sores. Eye patch over the soul of a soldier
A true working class hero. Everyone's covering each other
Copying, copying, copying 'til there ain't no more rations in the bunker
I'm wondering what it is sucking money from under the stomachs of the hungry
Maybe the lust of seeing the luster of another motherf*cking sunrise
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Writer: Z the Stranger
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