Zaza God - Sometime’s You Need Water

Sometimes you need water but that aintveven the half of it/
Thry thirsty, but would i ever pasify a pascifist/
Immaculate, anything im on is a massive hit/
I guess that why i got em mad as shit/
Loose screws catch em grabbing grips/
felt confused and fell back a bit/
I be feeling like fuck this rapping shit/
Long as my loved ones still around for me to grab and kiss/
Imagine this, you talk crazy and i slap ya lips/
Heard it when he talking he all words that had a hiss/
Mad at me cause they flow magicless/
They show what average is, i got my name off known saveges/
You adimant, about bullshit and i aint having it/
Wouldnt imagine shit that i be holding in/
The Game, shit to me look like bowling pin/
My Song knock shit down, i just gotta roll em in/
You know he a rat, why you told em them/
I cant stop im going in/ flesh of my flesh/ my soul of sin/ hung around broken men, they trick and then broke again/ i aint joking slim/
I come from a place the hopeless win/
They taking anybody out, that try going in/
Wiether digging the crates or petroleum/
Body full if ticks, but his rolley spin/
I cant stop im going in!!!
Without a cup, my water flow within/
I aint never read a book for how to cope with grins/
Sometimes you need water, cant go with ginn/
Aint no stumbling on the road to win/
To see what he aint, you be the space where he wont pretend/
Either tears or shedding king cobra skin/

Everybody dying we gone blame it on government/
Live fast, die young, aint no point in struggling/
Cutting throat, fresh up off the boat with thoughts of bubbling/
Stray gone ship it out, whispers got it coming in/
Im about this money, only g4s when im hovering/
Champ like Ali, feel the breeze before the funk come in/
They tried to shady but intensions wasnt dark enough/
I ride with 380, but my bitch a lift a larkin up/
Big shit, it could park a bus, we got no thoughts of trust/
Goldfish, line em in a row, until a shark come up/
Masons building skyskrapers, i be building minds player/ Open ya eyes they aint Gods they just de(the) skys (guised) rapers/
Break that down, itll fuck up your mind later/
Ya lucky i been on hiatus/ i much hotter than they place they migrate from/
Words is power, and the pen to me, is my ray gun/
I could sent some warning shots, But you know, God waste none/
A strange world, i know home, im a long way from/
I speak in signs you know the god dont talk slave tongue/

Written by:
Michael Brown

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