Zébulon - E. Nygma (feat. Neighborhood Shares, Scotty Rock & Eli Colburn)

Modern day Sodom
What your vices is
They got em
Love and lust
Burners, drugs, yeah
They do it all
Tuck in your bib
These days it's no more crumbs
Done cleaned the whole plate
Don't get up until we done
Rabid feelings
Yeah yeah
I been feeling them
Straight jumanji jungle drums
They're drumming down my ceiling
Head in the clouds
Seeing stars I'm Gene Starwind
Meet me at the gate
With them hell hounds they barking
Lookin like his stummy hurt
But that ain't no problem
Holding his waist
Elastic don't hold no Glock up
Shalom to my brothers
Algorithm pulling 8balls and plate vests
Dialogue watch what you saying
Peddle for the jewels
Got my spokes full of aces
Quarter after twelve
I don't know what the day is
Fresh out The Matrix
Find a way back in
I said Fresh out the matrix
Find a way back in
Two deep on a stakeout
Casing your lake house
Let's see how we make out
Black Suburban two door
Rims wrapped in Kumho's
Money all on me
Big papi chulo
Gold frames on my face
Big chrome on my waist
Watching out for signs of life
I ain't serving China White
There's way too much cut in it
I cannot fuck with it
Crack users
H shooters
Man I'm right down the street from Dr. Fluhrer
I got cash in the floor
I just bought a beeper
Serve a creeper
Going deeper
Hollows will eat you
Tell them send a body bag
Not an ambulance
Close your eyes and
Inhale what you asked for
Alarm went off
Throw the safe through the glass door
He keep hustling
You know what we back for
If he out of town well then
What we need straps for
Wise guys don't pay for shit
What are we keeping tabs for
Ten will get me twenty dog
What I need math for
Crack the earth
Like a fissure split
Left a chess game
Fischer split
No catching
Pitchers mit
No reel, fisher quit
Pitch a fit or tantrum
Ain't read a tantra
Watch Phantasm
Sipping a Fanta
Flip a table playing contra
Player 2 is my mantra
My conduct
Properly construct
Song to album
One to a thousand
Crew to a crowd of
A hundred million people are bouncing
Pull a job
Skull and Bones
Pirate Bay
Hush tones
Full of coffee
End of day
ain't much known
So I go the fuck home
Just to sit and clutch chrome
Grover tuners
No Cleveland
We steaming
Press my favorite button down
Ain't fucking with that other sound
Wile E Coyote get the runaround
Post up graphics
Look like tunnels with
Downtown trains
Like Tom Waits
We sound downright strange

Written by:
Elijah Colburn, Scott Molina, Zebulon McMillan

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