Zion I

Silly Puddy

Zion I intro:

Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need.

Gimme what I need gimme what I

need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need.

[Zion I]

Dear Lord you show me the best of times

You show me the worst of time

Confusion all over my mind but still I be bustin' rhymes

And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need

And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed

We proceed with the mic bless

Crashin' in your likeness

More deadlier than vipers

Lyric spirit snipers

Ignite us

We'll be candles in the dark

Solid like Noah's Ark

I was destined for this part

In the scheme of thangs

We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings

But we see finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips

Now who's equip to come up on a grip

Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response

And I'm locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch

Eliminated comp-atition they gettin' bombed in the trunk

Cause we keep 'em chunk in the trunk

They gettin' bumped in the trunk

[The Grouch]

Well can I learn from livin' life or can you learn from what I write?

I study till my lungs are bloody to him I'm just some Silly Puddy

Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust

So I spend my day programming what...sounds?

Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn

so they can hear and know it's on

If the flow is strong I'm smart

If you're stupid it's not art

Marks are made so many ways

You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed

A chapter is what you're after

[Hook]

Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need