[Intro: ZENSEI]
Big shout out
To Thai, Indian...goddamn...Vietnamese
All the ethnic food
And ethnic women
Without which this never would have been possible
[Verse 1: navagnaes]
Blackout (2x)
Whaaaaaaaat
Is this artificial? Or is this art official? (what is it?)
Get it straight
How hard can we artificially inseminate
The game and produce new names for it's present state
And create fresh membranes, when? For heaven's sake
Can we get the hell up outta dodge? 'Cause it's never late
To get elevated to the top, stop the second-rate
Clocks, make them [h]ours when we drop what we demonstrate
Empowers, I'm driven, ZENSEI is who I designate
You may decide
To access your creative side
It's a way to hide way inside and stay in stride
But be a Hunter, Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride
Because life comes at you fast, Nationwide
My song selection is crazy wide, you ever count it?
It's eighty-five times bigger than most, don't ever doubt it
And as I said it before, I cannot live without it
So it's better doing it than never doing sh** about it
And it's a challenge
No it's not, I'm kidding you
I can drop more hot mixes than Curry Vindaloo
I can write sixty-two hits like this one in a few
Minutes, while I sit and watch tennis, knitting, and sip a brew
But I'm just another spitter with a different view
Of how to get into this game and make my chips accrue
I haven't considered fame after a hit or two
It isn't even the beginning, this is just the interview
I see you, but you can't see me, peek-a-boo
You were too focused on the 8-ball and missed your cue
I used to have money and more honey than Winnie Pooh
Dummy, you think you know, but you don't have a freakin' clue
[Chorus: ZENSEI]
How far can we escalate
Ambitions we will percolate
'till they boil over and we're way too hot, no debate
You hate it where you work
But your worth is only what you make
To then escape from this hell up to Heaven's gate
And segregate ourselves as forever great
Separated well from the bottom when we levitate
Bend bend bend bend bend, but don't ever break
Take what you deserve
But deserve only what you take
[Verse 2: navagnaes]
Thanks to Darby, now I'm up on the internet
Bet you've had enough of all this esoteric shibboleth
Crystal meth, with eleven beers and a cigarette
Lit, nothing's changed, this is Seven Years in Tibet
Can you lend you're ears? Pop them in a jet
Give me your attention 'cause they say you gotta give to get
Or never listen, ever-missing 'till you're dead forget
Reminiscing when you're presently not even living yet (hold the set)
Don't forget, when I was smoking weed a lot
Down in South Camden, I k**ed it but haven't seen my shot
Yet, no regrets, blowing green, I don't need a yacht
To get to Southampton with my queen in a regal spot
Then fall asleep on the beach, see? I dream a lot
But my nightmares are taking over
I don't wanna hear anyone say that I have my own style
While I take from Em, Dre, Yay, Wayne, Drake, and Hova
In this Oasis Champagne Supernova
All these rappers talk about the same baking soda
I'll pay my own way and may fold for the day
But I'll never walk away if the game isn't over
Californ-i-ay sommeliers with gla**es of grapes
Shipping wine from Napa with unparalleled carrier rates
Coupled with strategically and mathematically placed
Distribution centers, Ed you think I'd let that go to waste?
Ohh, there goes navagnaes with chatter misplaced
Esoteric nonsense, let's give him a staticky face
He's on the run about to cash out, go grab him at Chase
He ran again and fooled us with mannequins splattered with mace
And though he comes from an arrogant race
Take a walk in his shoes, you'll see that they're raggedly laced
You can't act like in the past he hasn't been slapped with a case
Grew like a flower from the concrete and shattered the vase
And in terms of his music and how it relates
To the current movement is that it's gonna have it erased
And the truth is what he is in the booth in his youth
Is an approachable Merlot that's Cabernet based (whaaaat)
And that is a case of wine I'd happily taste
Life is a lap in a race with time at half of it's pace
But I still run it and produce like Maddox's mother, Sam
To my brother Nick I love you man, slap-a-da-ba**!
[Chorus: ZENSEI]
[Verse 3: navagnaes]
Move move move move move!
I'm getting in the groove groove groove groove groove!
And if you put my loose leaf lyrics in a frame
They'd be hanging in the Louvre Louvre Louvre Louvre Louvre!
'cause everything I do is art
And I'd really win, man, if I had gone in and
Acted like the Tin Man and grew a heart
But I keep insisting on rapping like a stupid tard
My managers are artists, you can't keep the two apart
Recite a rhyme with a great hook, I write the baddest
And you don't have to go on Facebook to like my status
The maddest rapper whose face looks as White as Vanna's (Blackout)
Since '04, they took a while to micromanage (navagnaes)
I'm backwards
I used to be a ba*tard
Now I'm just a plastered rap-ripping disaster
Better, stronger, harder, faster
Than everybody, and I mean everybody, the master
[Chorus: ZENSEI]
Bend bend bend bend bend, but don't ever (break!(navagnaes))
Take what you deserve
But deserve only what you take (ZENSEI)
Bend bend bend bend bend, but don't ever break (navagnaes)
Take what you deserve
But deserve only what you take (navagnaes and ZENSEI)
Whooo! (ZENSEI)