BIG BODY BAGGA - ZZZ (ENVY) Lyrics

Well damn damn damn look who's back at it again
Rappers coming out the trash bin
Got me asking? What the f*ck is happening?
Is it a parody of rap cause they got me laughing
Seriously who's gassing them up (WTF!)
You call that rap go back to selling drugs & stay in the trap
Practice writing rhymes on the brown paper bag shit is so bad
Big L & Pun rolling in the graveyard mad
Lil rappers popping too many pills that's too sad
Looking in the mirror thinking y'all Fabulous can Jadakiss my ass
Like Jason & Freddy i'll kill you
Ready steady while your asleep happening in a sweep
Poison, machete, claws, raw
Lionhearted now comes the lion paw coup d'etat Fee Fi Fo Fum Kunta Kinte on y'all
Like I'm Busta Rhymes on the dance floor as my rhymes galore
Wait till I paint you the art of war
The common sense y'all be having no more
I Don't care if I get technical 9 different times
Imma sound strange every other rhyme
Bring the massacre like 5 dimes
That's just my 2 cents i'm wearing 2 Chainz & Fila sweats
But you best protect your neck
Cause mines Only Built For Cuban Linx
I'm parallel to the sophomore jinx
Amerikkka's most wanted just ask sir jinx
Attitudes got rude like Ice Cube
Straight outta Santa Clara you fools
I'm here to break the rules
Drop classics right from the debut
So give all the DJ'S a clue of what i can do!
That's Khaled & Drama, Envy, Jazzy Jeff & Ebro too!
Got the fire I'm Ryu
So sit your dumb ass down
Thinking y'all were ever cool

When i hear your music i just feel like ZZZZZZ
Your music is trash your music is weak i'm going to bed goodnight sleep
Then i wake up and make my art i got the fire & desire the passion to inspire
Laughing at the fact y'all thinking y'all were ever better than me? (ME!)

It's called rap for a reason, rhythm & poetry
Yall just boring me with your sing song melodies
Bitch this is Hip-Hop
Not R&B
But y'all piss me off like R. Kelly
So your telling me rapping ain't cool no more
Money made you rich but never have i seen skills so poor
Dropouts from class
Ain't do your homework Y'all being loud & extra relax
You didn't pass
Ill become Morgan Freeman & expel that ass
So don't cry and try to lean on me later
Saying that's not fair he's just a hater
Call me daddy bitch i'm Darth Vader
Tackle anyone down like the Oakland Raiders
I'm so hungry where the f*ck is the waiter
Cause i'll feast on hipsters, hypebeast, clout chasing
Paparazzi, Politician anyone who breathes
Sheesh!
And i hope you don't diss me then try to dismiss yourself
I'm the teacher don't care if the bell ring ding ding
See me in a wrestling ring
The pain that i bring
Give a damn about your bling bling
All ya'll saying the same thing
Can You go 4 bars without ad-libs
That is if you even, even write
Are those compositions or mad libs
All i see is a bunch of Lil Lil Lil Waynes
That need surgery by Dr. Carter
Sorry no trophies try a little harder
Check the dynamics bunch of rich crack addicts
God damn it cravings of a microphone fiend i have it
But i won't need to rehab
All ya'll gonna relapse
Hopefully y'all recover
Then revival re-discover
Hip-Hop
While i engineer the rap game
Like a south Indian wearing flip flops
As i bop

When i hear your music i just feel like ZZZZZZ
Your music is trash your music is weak i'm going to bed goodnight sleep
Then i wake up and make my art i got the fire & desire the passion to inspire
Laughing at the fact ya'll thinking ya'll were ever better than me? ME!