ZIIIRO THE COMET, B.I.Z. - Fots Shired Lyrics

(Uh) Creatively Our Minds Exceed Theirs
It is rare, to find someone who doesn't judge us by what we wear
Or our hair, they stare, and tend to start rumors
Laughin' at the haters, your sense is my humor
Reason and Logic on your computer, none in your brain
And a crowd of idiots surround you my intentions not obtained
You're a pro tool, am I going to have to go Goku to show dudes
I'm too raw? They too flawed and I'm Jigsaw
Do you want to play a game, I'm insane and enraged
By all of the shit the haters do, all of the shit the haters say
Yeah boy, you Flavor Flav, better put they viking caps on
When I run up on 'em with that shiny thing and my ski mask on
Like "Blat, blat," they scatter, quit wit' all that chatter
I'm from Soundview, Bullet Crown Crew, when I separate they matter
Everything is purple, sometimes I add some green
This is what happens when Mr. Nice Guy turns to Mr. Mean

Hey there little guy, dry your eyes, it's no surprise that you disguise
Your hate for me in the form of lies, nice try, do it again and I'll take your life
You spineless bastard, you look so foolish, slappin' you around with your own spinal fluids
I smile because you didn't think that I would do it, it's done, and you got the battle scars to prove it
I know, you think that I'm kidding, but I'm not, the last guy who thought that I was got shot
Blowin' up your spot like a dot on Photoshop, unjustly beatin' niggas down like the cops
I'm disownin' you all like your daddy woulda, I'm also beatin' ya momma like ya daddy shoulda
She asked me to be your daddy I said "No", but just keep it in the back of ya head that I coulda
I'm different, I know, it shows, I cannot really help if my glow is exposed
No, I will not dispose of my afro just so I can fit in with all you regular shows
It's funny how simplistic y'all dipshits are, that's not the North Star, that's where I set the bar

That's, that's far, damn, my nigga that shit's far
(Bang) One shot to all you clones (Bang) 'Nother shot for all you haters
(Bang) Third shot for all you shy-guy-wanna-be-fly-talk-shit-name-slayers
(Bang) One shot for all you fakes and bums who don't know a damn thing about labor
(Slap) This is another shot fired from (ZIIIRO!) Kid Comet Ganger (Yup)