Young Zion 6600

"Brain Food"

[Intro]
The question isn't what we're gonna do (ayo, ayo)
The question is what aren't we gonna do
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I heard yall need some food for the mind, for the soul
They think he's a righteous dude!

[Verse 1] - Young Zion 6600
A young black man, mic in his hand
Do what he can
To move the people's spirit so let's begin
f*ck friends, they only rollin' if you got ends
But when you dead broke, n*ggas is ghosts [?] (sh*t's kinda f*cked up)
Jumped in the game, and called it inaudible
I can't believe you said you was rapping
That sh*t was horrible
Deplorable, all of you n*ggas need to practice
So average, yo when I jump on this beat, I', causing havoc (Zion, go ahead and talk yo sh*t)
I see you got a flashy Patek, but no soul
You gave that sh*t up for f*cking bankrolls
No goals, too busy f*cking with broke hoes
Who hit you for your bread and butter, yo that's a no-go
They say "Zion the Holy Prophet"
But I did a lot of evil sh*t when I had lonely pockets
But I dropped it and I picked up the microphone and I rocked it
Yo I'm godly, and none of you mortal n*ggas can stop me
The very essence of hip-hop, when kid'll rhyme so hard
It'll make your brain just do flip flops
I'm ruthless off the rap, I kill more n*ggas than sick cops
[?]
The kids about to blow it's just a matter of tick-tock
I'm smokin' trees so good, they'll make your head do the cryp walk
Yo, I'm stackin' dividends and they're more tall as a beanstalk
Yo, I used to sip lean dog, now I'm stacking that green, dog
Livin' good with my team, dog

[Verse 2] - DBangz
My flows is lethal so I'm blowing like a China lake
I could give a f*ck if a lame n*gga tryna hate
I don't want to f*ck I want your b*tch to watch me masturbate
I got the visual prowess [?]
I'm soulful, flowin' like I am [?]
The young mogul, scoop your b*tch up and give her a throatful
I'm hopeful that DBangz stays flyer than postal
I stay in my lane, only did for what I'm supposed to
I'm golden, never foldin', readin' shōnen
My knowledge is just as deep as what I'm rollin'
n*gga, I'm 'bout as clean a a vegan's colon
Ice on my di*k but it wasn't even swolen
I hold two brews to my main palm
My whole flow [?] bruh I'm droppin' that napalm
Y'all faces be sprayed on, I'll fix it like gaycon
Henny got me movin' slow motion like Trey Songz

[Outro]
Pardon my French, but you're an as*h*le!

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