"Zap!" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Uh
A city-wide explorer, world-wide tourer
The city life a horror, shitty times assured us
Taka my enforcer, sittin' tight, understand
Hear me writing more of it
Pretty lights always ease the bridges that I tour
Stuck in grimmy nights, dishing any filling of decorum
Niggas dry and now we take the trips to find water
I'm living life, I might hit the strip before I 'cord it
Magician MIKE, said I got a hypnotizing aura
Enterprise, notice you can sympathize with war stuff
Pick a price, only take the hits you could afford, bruh
Took the hot torture and a spliff to hide the boredom
Niggas lie, orchestrate the clips and I score 'em
Pick a side, homie don't talk shit up on the forums
I been demised, how my family rich until I'm born?
How does Little Fi walk me through the blizzard and the storm?
Disfigured and distorted, she diggin' my report
I circle lies and issues, now the missions' to the court
I prickle like a thorn
Be civilized and niggas have to kick me to the floor
It's business how I [?] like a nigga in a morgue
Flying on the map, I'ma die and lead the pack
I can't be your dad, niggas dyin' over cash
Lil' dummy on my ass, guess we flying, where we at?
I can't keep the stacks, I be buying what they have
Guess I tried at the past, I hit Navin for the cash
Still ain't see the 'set, I got fried for just that
Now I'm flying on the map, I'ma die and lead the pack
I can't be your dad, niggas dyin' over cash
Lil' dummy on my ass, guess we flying, where we at?
I can't keep the stacks, I be buying what they have
I got–, at the past, I hit Navin for the–
Still ain't see the 'set, I got fried for just that
Now I'm flying on the map, I'ma die and lead the pack
I can't be your dad, niggas dyin' over cash
Lil' dummy on my ass, guess we flying, where we at?
I can't keep the stacks, I be buying what they have
Guess I tried at the past, I hit Navin for the cash
Still ain't see the 'set...
...Africa and African art, Africa and African art
Now, when I look at these objects I can see Africa speak with me
And maybe you can see Africa in these objects too
Uh
A city-wide explorer, world-wide tourer
The city life a horror, shitty times assured us
Taka my enforcer, sittin' tight, understand
Hear me writing more of it
Pretty lights always ease the bridges that I tour
Stuck in grimmy nights, dishing any filling of decorum
Niggas dry and now we take the trips to find water
I'm living life, I might hit the strip before I 'cord it
Magician MIKE, said I got a hypnotizing aura
Enterprise, notice you can sympathize with war stuff
Pick a price, only take the hits you could afford, bruh
Took the hot torture and a spliff to hide the boredom
Niggas lie, orchestrate the clips and I score 'em
Pick a side, homie don't talk shit up on the forums
I been demised, how my family rich until I'm born?
How does Little Fi walk me through the blizzard and the storm?
Disfigured and distorted, she diggin' my report
I circle lies and issues, now the missions' to the court
I prickle like a thorn
Be civilized and niggas have to kick me to the floor
It's business how I [?] like a nigga in a morgue
Flying on the map, I'ma die and lead the pack
I can't be your dad, niggas dyin' over cash
Lil' dummy on my ass, guess we flying, where we at?
I can't keep the stacks, I be buying what they have
Guess I tried at the past, I hit Navin for the cash
Still ain't see the 'set, I got fried for just that
Now I'm flying on the map, I'ma die and lead the pack
I can't be your dad, niggas dyin' over cash
Lil' dummy on my ass, guess we flying, where we at?
I can't keep the stacks, I be buying what they have
I got–, at the past, I hit Navin for the–
Still ain't see the 'set, I got fried for just that
Now I'm flying on the map, I'ma die and lead the pack
I can't be your dad, niggas dyin' over cash
Lil' dummy on my ass, guess we flying, where we at?
I can't keep the stacks, I be buying what they have
Guess I tried at the past, I hit Navin for the cash
Still ain't see the 'set...
...Africa and African art, Africa and African art
Now, when I look at these objects I can see Africa speak with me
And maybe you can see Africa in these objects too
Writer(s): Michael Bonema
