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 times
 Confusion all over my mind but still I keep 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
 Fashioned 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 greasy 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]
 What can I learn from living life?
 What 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
 Grouch: To help them trace my tracks
 Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
 Grouch: To stand and face the facts
 Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
 Grouch: To lead them not astray
 Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
 Grouch: To say what I got to say
 [Grouch]
 Now you can faze me with your laughter your smiles or your pain
 I feel your trials when I'm down and out or winning at the game
 No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed
 Cause by life we're so impressed, we all wish we had a next
 And that's no matter how much I complain
 Really couldn't place no blame
 I'll just refrain try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim
 I scope and got the flame
 To make and knock and sock the same
 Got to use the brain
 So I can lose the chain
 [Zion I]
 See Grouch you my guru leader
 So I don't need to pack no heater
 Like syrup you make this sweeter
 This ballad is beemer teeter
 I'm tryin' to find myself
 Look at reflections of everyone else
 Some of y'all might find that funny but do not know your wealth
 You make the world turn
 You make the fire burn
 You make the wind breeze
 The sinner fall to his knees
 Now that's some powerful
 And I speak my words truthfully
 As far as I know
 Yo we all got some of God's beauty
 Hook
 [Zion I]
 Let me crack my seventh seal don't rush
 Microphone's gotta get crush
 I thrush with the force of a rocket booster
 This ain't what you're use to
 Now we gonna fly high singin this song la la la
 If you don't believe in yourself you best to try
 Ain't nobody said this life is easy
 Everything a test
 Is you gonna do your best?
 Hide in the cone of flesh?
 You got to stay fresh
 Cause if you stop you stagnated
 Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a jail
 Believe I can and I will
 Set these rhymes to sail
 But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill
 I stare off in the distance
 Rhymin' with persistence
 Cause rhymin' is a mission
 Will anybody listen?
 [The Grouch]
 Now if you put me through any time of need
 I'm sure I'll call for help indeed
 Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed
 Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation
 Situation rather unexplained I maintain relations
 In lay men's it's a vibe I felt
 Déja vu inside myself
 I speak it verbally
 Made sure all them fools have heard of me
 Believe I'm well connected
 Not a prophet who's been resurrected
 Trust and I expect it
 When I bust it's higher effects to match your spects
 Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words
 God he lives within, all of this he's heard
 Every word (every word)
 Hook