This is Zubris. Who knew that I would do this. With a flow just as fluid as Dr. Seuss'. Thank God this noose has been loosened and this is living proof that some random white dude can "poof" and blow up in your living room...on your computer YouTube...I'm brewing vicious stew pursuing what God intended me to do. In the town that I grew up, I never would'a blew up or raised my IQ up. Nor would it allow this sh*t to go down. Now watch me plow up this field, I'm yielding appealing crops and bumping and kneeling and praying the stealing stops. Keeling over as the ceiling drops. I sing off a blouse with every bass hit. Bring down a house, now lets just face it. No matter what you chase it with, you're still gonna taste this sh*t. Control "C", control "V", I make you copy then paste it as a constant reminder, this flow that's inside ya, paperclip bomb, I'm MacGyver, the Knight Rider combine them and you got a flow so bright it'll blind ya.

For You (fɔɚ ju:) * (Katy Schutt & Rita Glynn) This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them. 1 - It's not about the size of your rock, the brand of that collar you pop, it's if someone needs some help and you stop. Not about the amount in your bank account, or the bottle of "bub" in the club, model you rubbed, drunk bumping to the subs. I'm so sick of 'em bragging about appearances. What year is this? Lookin' in the mirror, bag and bling, I don't think you're hearing things. Nagging and we can only afford the daggone clearances. Pushing past interference, surface clear persevere this. Looking for the disappearance, fake MC's acting fearless. Lending keys, bending rules, taking names, and spending G's, using lies to take this game - you decide if it's a shame. But radio's replaying them twenty times a day and no matter what they're sayin' yo, you stayin on the station. It's a sick beat, sick hook. Baby they just hated and degraded you but you're thinking it's something you related to. * This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them. 2- How did it amount to this? Who will we account for this? Landfills overflowing, this planet's candle's slowly blowing out while we're stuffing our mouths, watching reality shows on the couch. We need to get priorities straight, pay attention to the hate instead of headlines of what a celebrity ate. Slow down, you're gettin' ahead of me, wait! No slowing till I'm dead in heaven, in front of the gates. All this hate is eatin' away at me. Acting great, though we say we see. The human race is a waste everyday that I can't help the state of thee and I hope this taste won't leave in haste, while I keep my pace, and I lead this race. You can be the hare, I'll be the tortoise. The chorus before this gettin' the environmentalists stiffer than rigor mortise. Keep acting G. The forces backing me are breaking doors in. Sayin' you're not seeing me? Hell no, you can't ignore him. Faces wet with sweat, the truth is scary, yeah, I'm filling your pores in. * This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them. 3- What's the earth worth now? It's like a purse with the seams burst out. So much hurt, full of hate like the worst curse out. We need to start minding our business 'fore we end up on another country's hit list. What is this? Instead of what Iraq does we need to start worrying about puttin' the world back on its axis 'cause I really don't give a damn what religion they practice. Pushed it past its limit, need to re-spin it - now we're all a bunch of dimwits. Start respecting each other's countries or we'll never get out in one piece; I'm done, please, but I'm gonna spit it till my lungs bleed. "But he's a Muslim!" Yeah? Well, he's my cousin and I love 'em 'cause we all need someone. Just a brother from another mother yet we're killing each other, but I'd be willing to bet they spill the same blood, same tears and same sweat. * This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them.

Step (stɛp) * (Mary Jennings of Jennings ) Every tear that I taste is not a waste of water. It's pride leaving the body when life's got too much on ya. (Repeat) 1- It's like a constant struggle. No hug will settle the score, so listen to my subtle rebuttal--It's more than just some puddle collecting mud on the porch. You act like you got my back but you lack the knowledge, the facts of this matter. I've had it up to here - it's sad. You're willing to shatter past years, all that laughter. You're in the rafters, then act like you don't fear what comes after. All alone in that empty shell, that hell you call "home"- with no soul. That ho you call wife, you give life, stole your own. Stare out that window; you sit and you fret, livin' it out in regret but I spit and don't sweat, I just guess this bitch that you met is the best thing since slice bread. So, like I said, as long as you're happy ahead I'll be just rapping and no they can't lap me cause as long as I got this rap beat, I'll be happy. I don't need a psychiatrist; won't make me bleed, I write these rhymes and just feed of off the high I get. Can't buy my love like that girl you met. Here comes the whirlwind, I pour in, I sure win though this whore thinks she did but she sinks in. I know you'll come back lonely, my only mission will be to show you love unconditionally so be patient, be patient "E". * Every tear that I taste is not a waste of water. It's pride leaving the body when life's got too much on ya. (Repeat) ** (Ean Hirst) And I can't stand the way you make me feel. I see you there and I know you care but all you do is sit and stare, acting like you can't see me there, you can't see me here. 2- Sometimes I feel I get the raw end of the deal. I peel off, wheels off, I turn so quick, I rip them heels off. Wanna get the hate off, like Adolf. So irate, I'm getting Satan laid off. Swing so hard, break a blade off, got a Raid cough, late hit shit quick I block the coach, spew hate, kill a cockroach, then I lock approach, realize it's not worth it. Curse it, it'll be the worst hit, reverse it, vent through the verses what I got pent, I rehearsed this. Seeing clearer, fear the interior in the mirror, but every time I see you, I hear her, can't be you can't get near her. EVERY... *Every tear that I taste is not a waste of water. It's pride leaving the body when life's got too much on ya. (Repeat)

A Love Song (ə lʌv sɒŋ) * Hey girl, I'd like to see you, chilling on my bed in something see through. Sittin up tall, so that I can see you. What's your name again? Yeah, it's nice to meet you. 1- I wanna taste you in my mouth, when I go down south. Like a mouse with his cheese, please, baby squeeze. I wanna feel the breeze of your breath when you're cumming. Gotta know that I'm the one and only and you won't get lonely when you're on me. You're gonna blow me, cuz I know me. Show me? Shit, I'll show you. It's from a little book called the, called the Kama Su...and you can shout out loud if you want to, head in the clouds, cuz your roommate's out. Bump in the tub until the grouts out. Body full of suds, no grass, flip it over play in the mud. I cum so much I'm firing duds or blanks, whatever you call it. My tanks outta missiles, time to reload the pistol. Tryin'a stop the dry heavin', leaving you with blue balls, feeling like they're 50ft tall. "Aww naw, hell no man, y'all done up and done it" and I'm an up and runnin' cause your boyfriend's coming and I'm not very cunning. What the hell am I gonna tell him? * Hey girl, I'd like to see you, chilling on my bed in something see through. Sittin up tall, so that I can see you. What's your name again? Yeah, it's nice to meet you. 2- What am I gonna tell him, that I was trying to sell him a little religion and you bought a little sin? I'd say it with a grin and it wouldn't sink in. How 'bout we go to "plan B,"I could just leave. This is baby makin' music, you could use it to diffuse situations. Strip down naked, push play on your media player. Get her to stay with a roll in the hay. One last fuck 'fore she leaves you for a guy who drives the dump truck, man that's rough. You must suck at the cunnilingus, you know the thing is, you gotta know where the clit is. I know that shit is small as a kid is but you gotta find it, she won't mind it, do your abc's like you've signed it and don't forget, there's a g-spot right behind it. Listen to this spit, I'm "too legit to quit"- oh shit. * Hey girl, I'd like to see you, chilling on my bed in something see through. Sittin up tall, so that I can see you. What's your name again? Yeah, it's nice to meet you. 3- How you gonna walk in the club all nonchalant? Little blonde bomb wanted by Bin Laden and damn, if he had you I'd rob him. Any grenades, I'd lob 'em Vietnam 'em. Calm as Saddam would drop bombs on the Dali Lama, startin' drama. To keep you as my baby mama I'ma find a couple of bitches and DJ's hittin' switches. Dance so low you bustin' stitches in your britches, which is why I came here in the first place. See if I can get a taste of that honeysuckle. I wanna rip them pants off from your belt buckle, makin' all the girlies chuckle. I run amuck girl, I wanna see you strut your stuff. Quit acting tough. Come over here and show me some love. Treat me like a stripper pole, use me for your body roll, body roll. * Hey girl, I'd like to see you, chilling on my bed in something see through. Sittin up tall, so that I can see you. What's your name again? Yeah, it's nice to meet you.

NYC Dream (ɛn waɪ si: dri:m) 1- Little Z, you're doing fine. One day at a time, rhyme after rhyme, fighting all that hype just to make it to that lime light. Sights straight ahead. You're right, and I hate what you said, but it's true. So, I'm paying my dues, feeling abused getting cut by that knife of life, searching for clues, waiting for cues. But there comes a point when you gotta choose whether or not you're gonna win or lose the battle. Fell off, get back in the saddle, gotta dust off, get to practicing now. Rub that rust off. Back to singing square one. You lack the luster, get that duster kid, muster what Blair did. God threw him a curve and he won, he lost a Dad, and Gene could've lost a son. But instead of turning tail and run, he faced it, shoe untied, so he laced it, took the pain and replaced it. Fuck a base hit. Now he's knockin' home runs with goals so close that he can taste it. It's all about attitude. You can't walk around wearing your past like a battle wound. You can spit at God, or push come past, or mush from last, like the Iditarod. Wear your father's name proud, cause he lit your flame. You about to hit your fame and he's right there… he's got a front row seat to the game. Hook * 2- Come on, tell me you've been blocked, shocked, popped and been knocked down. You're in stock, locked, cocked, so get up blaw! I wanna feel that adrenaline. Without a gun, you can feel and you're bending them. Ruling, you're a bull pullin' in about twenty men. Till you collapse. You're spilling these raps. Take it from Eminem, but do me a favor, spare me son, don't compare me with the one, 'cause they're ain't no comparison. See, if hip- hop has pants, then he's wearing them, went from poor to the top, pop some pills up in the air again. You wanna talk about beatin' the odds, see people walking around speaking to God. You can do whatever you want, but whatever you do, you better not front. 'Cause he can look into you like a see-through blunt. Without your wits, fourth and one, and it might lead you to punt. Get out the dumps, pump it up. You need to see through the slump and bump, bump. Just like that you rule it, cuttin' through it, you're a bullet. Just be real, don't pull it like a fast one or you'll come across as the last one. On that shelf grow some brass ones. No more lies, my bar raised high. No one can stop this guy, but me myself and I. Quit tryin' hide behind your pride, take the thorn out your side, and breath deep baby, just enjoy the ride. Hook * 3- And then there's me, Zubris, Z, trying to do this, clueless. His brew is getting so hot, it's ready to boil over. You're betting not. This little oil soldier got BP flows you can't stop. Black gold, like crack sold. Quit trying this, you can't drop without a couple hundred scientists. This lion sits, waitin' for prey. Hatin' the day, killing all these mutherfuckers with this mic g, rough on the psyche, might be tough as losing a love, refusing a hug to a past one. My hole's still dug from that last one, but I'm about to get up and out of it. Filled my cup, you pout as I down a sip, found my cloud nine and right now I sit, listen to the sound, how loud I get. It's like a hole in one on every round I hit. I'm always sharing bowls of every pound I split. Lit about to spit some outstanding shit. Running from the start when the ground I hit. But, I gotta be practicing what I'm preaching, beseeching you push yourself past. Be last man standing. Ass off that porch and I'm demanding, pass off that torch without coming down, crash landing. * Take me home, take me home. I won't go till you say so. Take me home, take me home. I won't go home till you say so.

Till It's Over (tɪl ɪts oʊvɚ) 1- Get ready. Get set. Who knew? This is jet fuel. I bet you'll put it on your Ipod to rock to. Repeating shit back, got you acting like you're a cockatoo. You should find a group of chicks for me, I'll knock a few. Is that a shock to you, that I been around the block or two? I spit the truth, won't fail. Hit this booth, fighting tooth and nail and I'm not just a drop in the pail. I won't stop till I got this hip-hop game topped and I'm all up on your heels like a flip-flop. This bass won't stop like in Slipknot. I won't take it to the face, I just sip shots. Lips hot from the friction, you can't stick him. I hand out licks with the diction, DJ mixing with the quickness. I split brain waves with the sickness. Thank God we got SOSEVEN with a mission, beats from heaven. Competition unleavened, my brethren. Meg, the local vocal angel, outta your range, she'll stand as tall as any Great Dane will. The rain still falls and the game still calls us; oh go lawless, this flow so flawless no wall can stall us, we ballers. Hook* 2- Yeah, go ‘head call me pussy; we'll see who calls me cat again loosely. You'll see with a flow so dope I make the Pope bump his hat again, at the Vatican. It's not a nap again while I'm rapping paps cause that just ain't happening, it's baffling, bitches challenge me and I'm lapping them. I'm Captain Planet and they’re the pollution, just a piece of trash, (Shit) I'm the solution. Unleashing cash, it's my distribution. You should call me Robin Hood, I ball, see, got that head bobbing good. Well, I guess I need a little John, while I get my riddle on, look at that chick, I wanna knock it till the middle's gone. I can get a bitch to sit up on, and I can be the bomb, cause she can be my Vietcong. Stuck up in your head, just like a Disney song. Thinking you won't miss me when I'm gone - saying you don't dig me. Baby, I'm Biggie and Em, that must make me dead wrong. I'm strong, little David is taking Goliath, no getting by it. I'm like a low carb diet, you should try it. All the chicks wanna be on me. They try to pee on Z, but I'm not down with that. You need to speak to R.Kelly, ‘cause he's down with scat. I never frown on a freak, but I'm tryin'a put a crown on this peak, so I'd rather not be scandalous before I get my candles lit. 3- Now I'm about to put these ducks in a row and I don't give a fuck if we get stuck, cause I know, you a friend and not a foe. We about to go to the top, pull out the stop, gonna rock out with the cock out. Hand me a Grammy, haters can't stand me cause they know what my plan be. I'm so hyper, no sniper can test this mess, best bullet proof vest in the West, North, South, East, I'm a beast with the least street Cred. I want peace indeed, with a fleece in bed. Decrease the dead and please increase head. No stress fool, pull a piece be cool -“F”- have a press release, instead. I'm a young, unsung word farmer, body armor, thick skin, protected by karma. Ice pick like a chick from “Basic Instinct” can't stick this. Heart ticks with a goal in mind. Get your center straight, you can't penetrate what God creates, even if you got a purse full of hate. But what the Lord giveth, he taketh away, so today when you lay awake during this lyrical earthquake it's no miracle you can't curse fate, bring a heater, but you can't burst through Peter's gate, and I... * Go to the top and I know I won't stop till it's, till it's over, over, over. I go to the top and I know I won't stop till it's, till it's over, over, over (Repeat)