ZENtheRapper - Fromdatomb$ Lyrics

Gettin used to the mic and shit
YO
We rappin
It's Zen
We rappin the classics
Put that shit back in the plastic
Push Soul nigga
We rappin the classics
Put that shit back in the plastic
We past what's just average
These nigga snails, I'm faster than rabbits
Pullin tricks from out my
Pullin tricks from out my
Pullin tricks from out my

We wrappin the classics
Put that shit back in the plastic
We past what's just average
These niggas snails, I'm faster than rabbits
Pullin tricks from out my hat n shit
Raisin hell like a bastarded Lazarus
I pray you tell like it's crack in the caskets
And the pastor was askin
Turned my habits to passionate
I fell behind, but now I'm passin the graduates
In the back of the class, rappin my past
On this campus packin my bags with trash n shit
Just a blast from the pass/past, what the raven did
They sought to limit what the kid could ask to wish
But they ain't fuckin wit me, that's word to abstinence
Keep practicin, I'm the answer if you was askin bitch
Call me Ida, sendin panic through the atmosphere
Call me writa pennin planets from the captain's chair

We wrappin the classics
Put that shit back in the plastic
Nah
Put that shit back like attachments
Extended mags for my savages
I'm in the pack like a masochist
Told em, add it like math
Imagine its calculus spit
Unmaskin limits like I'm Fauci nem
Had to track attendance
I'm after flags, these sorry-o niggas
Went and let bowser win
I'm pennin the opposite
Rehearshin these verses, its opera spit
Etched the message on a obelisk
Stretching heads bigger than common sense
Watch my comments shoot like rocket ships
My air forces cant be copped with dollars and cents
My bare Horus scared the horses of apocalypse
This ya fair warning
I'm lockin us in
The warmer air on us, global warming?
Nah, fuck that, I'm stoppin the winds

AY

We wrappin the classics
Put that shit back in the plastic
We past what's just average
These niggas snails, I'm faster than rabbits
Pullin tricks from out my hat n shit
Raisin hell like a bastarded Lazarus
I pray you tell like its crack in the caskets
And the pastor was askin
Turned my habits to passionate
I fell behind, but now I'm passin the graduates
In the back of the class, rappin my past