Xero Hiryu - Xero is like Lyrics

Yo Cycle of Rap get some talent wave the gun around
He's the one underground his beginning and end
Reason I rap slow is only simply to maintain this plateau and also help rap again
Rappers was Picasso rhymes got simple let em rap now it's mumble
Hot to you but this not bro
Found my rap style in college while racking up knowledge
Kept true to myself with no end or stoppage
Y'all made hip hop dead flatlining the game
Exchange it for the drugs and that nine in a aim
Walk my streets now work on bars at a bus stop
Making sure it hits hard every verse get to the top
Don't wanna be at a crossroads as a lost soul or be the one paying
Not knowing the cost though
Life's supposed to be exciting y'all boring it though
I make the most out of this that's why there's more in this flow
Now you fake it top 5 few overrated
Sell their soul for that list that's why real never made it
Heaven or hell God and Lucifer made a man
And this man got Xero tolerance for this game yo

Aww shit he cook it let him cook uh

The true edition a new revision to my book of life where no chapter has no omission
Y'all can line an orbit mind absorb it like sponges cleaning off the dirt of hip hop
Messiah like let's buy a mic bless the masses with the classes get off your asses
Educate you raps professor overcome your fears and issue has no stressor
Go from MK to Louis V
Spending money on chains and jewelry burn it all stupidly
My rhymes will help you view it see
They don't quit they usually spend it when they need it crucially
But is it worth it can't take it when you leaving this earth
Egyptian kings have tried it even in dirt
You couldn't see they bling that's why jewelry's not my thing
And only shine on me is my wedding ring
Life's a bigger gamble than Vegas dice so if you crap out
There's no re-roll or erase that doubt
Y'all rob steal and kill they steal kill and rob
It's a crazy cycle doesn't make none of it right though
That's too real so let me change up the topic though
Clear the obstacle right in front of your optical

Y'all rapping for the honeys but y'all not sweet
I got heat and it's seeping through your vent bro
Here letting this pen flow black ink dripping on the paper while sweating
Tears fell to the end though
Life is what you make it so don't suicide yours
Rich men got money to burn that's who decide wars
Zeroes a whole lot of them haters quit bumping me
While they broke in a rich company
My bars addictive like Xanax
I'm like all emcees combined in one man like the 50th hip hop Jam
I'm breaking out the bars like it's a prison break
Hop on breakfast it's time to clean off the plate
Living what I write down and it's coming to light
You know what it's like you dream of making zeroes every night what