Zebra

Yea-eh-eeyy They never seen nobody like this No similar match or a likeness Get ya hands in the air with ya lighters Two fingers up in the air if you like this Is he boom bap? Is he new trap? Can the dude rap? Got the people saying, "How'd he do that?" Ski-bi-di-bee-ba-boh Nobody putting John inside a genre, no Yeah, yeah, all right, it's Mr Boom Bap Nah, no niche, pardon me, but you see, I do raps I flip scripts, split ships with my cap size Keep my balance, never made a habit of having slack lines I've got a brain that'll never stop Grinding, Rodney Mullen on viagra, bars never soft Taken a hella lotta hits, but I never lost Tryna get my rebel on, and drop bombs: Lebanon I just sit and vibe, reminisce and set aside Time in a perch to write words till they fit a rhyme Shit, aim for the stars, the moon ain't too far Never thought I'd be up on a track and be murdering shit with Goomar You laugh, but now I cruise past in a new car Well not yet, but I bet, I'ma blow: Bazooka Too far, outta reach is where I put the new bar You're recycling the same old shit like manu-uh uh Yea-eh-eeyy They never seen nobody like this No similar match or a likeness Get ya hands in the air with ya lighters Two fingers up in the air if you like this Is he boom bap? Is he new trap? Can the dude rap? Got the people saying, "How'd he do that?" Ski-bi-di-bee-ba-boh Nobody putting John inside a genre, no Now I can be just like a new wave rapper Or I can auto-tune the crap out Of my voice and talk a little gibberish Or I can switch it all up till you're feeling this Or I can be myself Cos I can't be nobody else I'm student of the game, the legends, the lessons Throw my heart and soul into the mix, now that's the essence Of why I do this, twenty-three years Of twisting and turning till everything aligned like a Rubix Cube, now I solved the puzzle, sorta knew this Now I can be my rawest self through music like a nudist Who dis? New phone? Never missed my calling I'm engaged to the music, never hung up on bullshit though Man, don't care about the accents you rap in Cos when the guns go off, the dope cats make it happen like this (doof doof doof) Yea-eh-eeyy They never seen nobody like this No similar match or a likeness Get ya hands in the air with ya lighters Two fingers up in the air if you like this Is he boom bap? Is he new trap? Can the dude rap? Got the people saying, "How'd he do that?" Ski-bi-di-bee-ba-boh Nobody putting John inside a genre, no So what, if wanna rap straight over country beats? Who the hell are you to say boom bap's for me Who the hell are you to say that I won't go Rap Scat Damn, jazzy as hell, it's like Yeah, I got some rice for your pigeon holes Don't paint me with that brush, man, I missed the mould Yeah, I'm just out here kicking goals J. Kennedy, the remedy, that footprint's old So, truth be told There's no right or wrong about it, but we do evolve But there ain't ever gonna be another me, so I won't try To be somebody else, I'll leave a legacy that won't die Byeeeee, byeeeeeee Yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Taking you back in time With all this groovy shit, yeah It's like this, it's like this It's like this, like this, like this The whole point of this song is Just to remind you to be you (Be you) No zebra has the same stripe twice (Yeah) Man, bring that beat box in Ah bring that beat box in Yeah, uh If you're not bobbing your head to this There's something wrong DJ hit 'em with a little scratch, like that