Zuby

"The Crew 2"

[Intro]
(Another one)

[Verse 1]
It isn't hard to make a bar with an homophone
I could do it in a bar when I'm on my phone
Own cars as a status symbol
Drum hard, look at the state of the cymbal
As well as drive, fly high, it's a cool principle
But I wanna see more skin, I'm a high school principal
No training wheels, I'm a grown adult
You're someone who makes people groan; a dolt
I mean, oh my God, holy sh*t
I knew you were bad, but you're wholly sh*t
I forget, it's a lapse in memory
When I die, strip club funeral, sit on laps in memory
Now, that's a ceremony, winning first place
As if everybody wouldn't have done it in the first place
I get berzerk in a duel, carried away
Break the speed limit down a dual carriageway
Name something faster, be my guest
Nothing but an actual light beam, I guess

But mate, get too close, I do brake checks
Bank balance so big, I break cheques
But with all the race prize money that I accrue
I take on employees, hire crew
Slowcoach, I'm packing a high IQ
I smoke in traffic, when I'm high, I queue
Whether four or two wheeled
I'm equipped with more metaphors than a fellow ought to wield
Rally through the night to the misty morning
Your family crying 'cause they missed you, mourning
I've traveled through time, battled and fought knights
You've just done a royale battle in Fortnite
You don't go backward, and neither forward
I'm working on a book, I need a foreword
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