THE ZOOM ZIP


Act a jerk, you're getting smacked for sure
It's El Keter in the back with a track, superb
and Sankofa with a rap to learn, clap your hands.
Taking it way back to Dapper Dan.

You might find something worth a listen right here
right now, but if you don't try, you'll never find out.
Lie down, taking a load off. making your woes stop.
Oakland to Beantown-A's to the Bosox
Flow locked? No question I'm testing most thought.
Perfection is destined, I'm ready to go off at any given moment
The frozen are arisen with a dose of focus
Delivering the opus, spitting a cyclone
I shiver the light bones and didn’t invite clones
Lip-zip it and fly home, kid it is sick
Minimum I wrote, envision the bliss
With a telescope attached to the dopest rap
Don’t need a skeleton, cause Vogue is wack
Proceed to scatter facts in the mode of fat
Slow speaking data cats grin and grow, with that

Act a jerk, you're getting smacked for sure
It's El Keter in the back with a track, superb
and Sankofa with a rap to learn, clap your hands
Taking it way back to Dapper Dan.

Everything I rime’s huge, you, are minute
An amoeba in a fly soup could hide you
Nothing but your brittle pride bruised at high noon
So pucker up and kiss the fist of a wry groove
I provide gruesome ways to use a phrase
crews are ablaze in blues for days
They're leeding ooze in trays at the triage spot
Mighty Mi beats go wack when Mr. Eon talks
Beyond props, the phenom rocks from old age
Shell changes but still the soul stays
Melt faces when I wield the penmanship
Intending to rip this, pretenders ended quick
Ten are tentative, so I keep at it
Wreak havoc, and the beat is magic
An elite status courtesy of el Keter
so bow down and spell better punk

Act a jerk, you're getting smacked for sure
It's El Keter in the back with a track, superb
and Sankofa with a rap to learn, clap your hands
Taking it way back to Dapper Dan.

I must become one with the rusted drum
I'd rather be a fool than one who trusted none
Not mistaken for rappers ready to buck a gun
nun dusted tongues stung when I bust a lung
scum-sucking dust, you Ruxpins suck word to buxom sluts
Sankofa with the custom stuff, plus
Keter takes the breaks and busts them up righteous
Been a long time since songs had such guidance
All that plus midas touch ups in the dark room
Scar goons rapping like they’re living in a cartoon
Foreclose on their parfum and wardrobes
Rock more shows, maybe rent a tour boat
No bus cause Greyhound sucks, yep
Don’t cuss but blaze nouns tough, trek
Back and forth but my home zone is Fort Wayne
My best teacher was Mrs. Rhodes, 4th grade

Act a jerk, you're getting smacked for sure
It's El Keter in the back with a track, superb
and Sankofa with a rap to learn, clap your hands
Taking it way back to Dapper Dan.