Lyrics Zėn Mastēr. - Tobe Nwigwe

Yeah oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
I swear the delivery is fire

Hey look, Zen master on every beat
Paleo flow nothing sweet
Mama raised me on forum park
Used to go to church on club creek

Aye look, fake rappers they make me laugh
J slim did eight and a half
My kinfolk used to spend the night in bandos just to take a bath

No games, no joke
Can't make change, if you stay broke
Half of y'all be sleepwalking, but be tagging me talkin' 'bout stay woke

Hey, look half the time I be with my chick
The other half, I be in the church
I really wish that I could politic
With the mob, but they're still movin' work
A look, shoutout Daniel
Shoutout Kurt, G.M.O.B 'til I DIE, my whole life
Went streets, U.N.T, M.V.P then a degree on Christ
I kill beats like B.I.G, P.A.C, and Benjamin III
Stacks, peep facts, boy, I'm top of the line
See, Fat, don't confuse her with one of these dimes

She a quarter
Heavy supporter
If I did sell drugs, she would head to the border
Grateful that her mama never had to abort her
Faithful to the thought that we could have us a daughter

Or a son, either way she the one
Mama think I rap for fun, but I'm rapping for funds
I need change, if I think that change is ever gon' come
She been praying for the day that I just say that I'm done

I said, "Never, I'm way too clever
Plus I don't rap for the cheddar"
When the beat drop all the sheep, see a shelpard
Mad cow disease, I be killin' these heifers
Never seen purpose with skin black as pepper
I got the juice, I got the nectar
Yellow bone hair, I got the texture
Never forget that I flow for the lepers
Ouu