I dusted off the mic and started back on this rap shit, I thought that I could be cool waiting on others and hit when the time is right... but the time is now. As I was working and doing homework, I would always get sidetrack and pen some bars in my phone. Or I would be putting together some coffee tables at work and just freestyling my ass off to the point where my coworkers would be like, "You say something A.B.?" So here's a breakdown of Zebra Cake. The inspiration came from the beat itself you really don't hear something so simple yet dope in rap. I felt as if gave me the freedom to kick what I needed, just to get my point across.
V1: How many of y'all living ya dream, (Just a simple question to get the listener back focused on what they should be doing)I'm doing that right now with the song I sing(I'm not necessarily signing but being in that booth always feels like a dream), I started from the bottom, it was too many problems(Self explanatory), I left them crabs in a barrel, started climbing the ladder(This is a play on the mentality of too many folks at the bottom that are comfortable, so they pull you down with them once you start taking the appropriate steps to reach a goal), the higher that I got, I took the road less traveled(I'm saying that I don't want to follow the same path that everyone else took), soon as I took that route the herd start thinning out,(No one is on the journey that I am on, so I'm only competing with myself) now, Social media is like the wild Wild West,(savages on FB, Instagram, Twitter, Vine etc.) niggas with no couth wanna destroy ya rep, (Niggas that aint got shit going for themselves love to slander and get a reaction, I used to think folks were making up haters, but a lot of folks need a purpose and some couth. Just look at a celebrity's @'s on twitter. )but Im cool at all times, even when slander is at all time high, (when the heathens arrive, I just shut the mini-blinds )niggas ask why? Cause no one can do it better than this Omaha fella(I believe in me, even if the people can't grasp my vision, yet.), every bar that I pen has calligraphy letters(this is just another way of me saying that I'll deliver something a little fancy in each bar), since the balls in my court I'm just waiting to check up(waiting on whoever to play ball), dream shaking in the paint, Kobe from the wing, Lebron with a lane, I do the damn thang,(just some boasting bars) scary niggas with a pistol, we call em bishop (this was a bar that I used to use on niggas way back in high school, niggas loved to kick that I'll use a gun to blow ya face off, but that Bishop from juice line would shut that down)my flow's too smooth to induce the hiccups(my flow isn't erk n jerk, it's pretty consistent), Im like water through a stream, you niggas been stuck(I move fluidly on tracks, I still write my lyrics down, I don't punch in and waste the engineer's time), I ain't broke a sweat yet I'm just getting my wind up X2(this verse came too easy to me.)
V2: The wave that I'm on, got me feeling like King Kong,(Still playing with my flow, I caught the beat running, if you peep the way my verse comes in on the beat. I'm feeling big like the monkey on the empire state building) and my stomach's in knots from all of this King Fong's(I was eating a bunch of King Fong's while penning the verses for this joint.), Moët Chandon helps ease the pain(champagne for the pain, using Moet as pepto bismol), no more strip clubs for me, I can't stand the rain, but these bastards don't get it, the assets is liquid(I never understood the making it rain wave, sometimes Rap makes the dumbest shit cool. Throwing up thousands of dollars just to say that you have $$$. You can't YOLO your funds. You gotta build a foundation with the $$$ you're making off music), Wall Street fails and I'm still here flipping, yeah that's word to my grape V's, the sneaker revolution and the beasts that hype(I'm saying fuck the wolves on wall street that continue to fuck with the people's funds, I can still make that hand to hand $$$. The sneaker game is turning in to the drug game, cop a pair of kicks for $180, turn around and sell em for $350-$400+. You can make money, just gotta be creative and have a strong internet connection), we were raised to survive, self taught to thrive,(If you grew up poor, most likely you were raised in survival mode, now that you're grown it's time to go past survival and actually thrive. Stop settling for "at least". Do more. ) I walk a fine line between the sun and the moon, 1 day it's Durags, the next its boat shoes(this is me relating to my fellow brothers, we have to tip toe between who we are and who the dominate society wants us to be, all while breaking down stereotypes.), new era hat over the the stocking cap, sperry's on a ferry, I'm enjoying the view(one day I'm lounging in a durag and fitted cap, the next I'm rocking sperry's on a boat, but I'm still me.), (Ric flair whooooo) shoutout my boy Lovelace, admire what ya doing just keep up the pace, ain't too many niggas out here doing shit for their race...cause Cash Rules Everything Around Me...(this is just a shoutout to the young homie Brandon, from rounding up shopping carts to windsor knots. And also reaching back once he moved forward, helping the youth. Most of us, have the idea that it's me, me, me, but your blessings will come tenfold if you help those that need it).
V3. Zebra...Cake...you can't read my stripes(This is just playing off of what Jigga did on the original, I aint near 500 mil so I ain't gotta pound cake <pound of cake>, I got that paycheck to paycheck $$$, cheap zebra cake. Then I'm playing off of the stripes on the actual cake.), I'm playing chess, just to get my piece of the pie(more dessert references, you gotta think ahead if you want to make it in Amerikkka.), you can see right through me, I got nothing to hide(this is fooling the listener "you just said 'you can't read my stripes' now you got nothing to hide...so it's a contradiction, but like I said before I'm playing chess.), cause I'm a man of my word, just look in my eyes(The older I get the more I know the importance of keeping my word and being a man of my word), old school nigga I ain't nowhere near 40, almost 30, but my face talk for me, yeah you know black don't crack(Young guy with old school morals, I feel like my generation is so cut throat and will do anything to get a little recognition, step on toes before they lace on their on boots. Also I look a lot younger than I am...freckled faced villain.), black Omaha you know it's more than rap, just some real fly shit, 5 black hands keep the $$$ tight knit(support your own, just speaking on the black hands theory, your $$$ should go through so many black owned businesses before it leaves the community. Black Omaha is more than a color it's a positive movement highlighting the foks that aren't doing negative b.s. That gets so much attention on the news.), these bars are priceless, ...that's why you getting em for free, if I didn't love y'all, I'd charge you a fee,(free music, I appreciate you listening) cash rules everything around me, but I gotta say fuck $$$ cause it comes with dream, some of y'all will get it, some of yall won't(we get so caught up chasing $$$ that we forget about what we really want out of life. Do what you love and you will be rewarded for it greatly), get ya life savers on, cause I'm rocking the boat, my...flow is on a whole nother' level(Going back to my rap style and the cadence I used on the track. the other verses were smooth except for this last one), I upped the ante, my city don't settle(tryna build to the point where Omaha won't settle for subpar songs), step ya game up if you sparring with me, but I ain't met a rapper yet with that kind of ability, cause rap rules everything around me...(Just the competitive nature coming out and saying I love rap)
Take a listen here--> https://soundcloud.com/a-beezy-1/zebra-cake-pound-cake-remake
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