Top of the Lungs

[King Zen]

Aight, at the top of the lungs I'm poppin the guns
While they poppin they gums..talking bout droppin the ones...
And twos give me a mic check bitch I'll bomb ya crew...
But in this case my laptop turns you into communist stew
So much for the revolution...you're paradox of confusion...
Sounding like ya using I'm not talking "Crack" I'm talking illusion
Who are you? Who am I? A coward talking like he ready to die
I just sigh...I'mma throw ya cross the room since you born to be fly
Ya fallin asleep at life's wheel...talking you got mic skills...
A crummy unprincipled nigga sell ya soul for a nice deal...
Ya a dime a dozen...worst than trash cause ya not recyclable
Got ya C.D not excitable in the trash like you not even likable
But here's some shit to make you feel better for the moment
You can have Dizzyzone Cuz cause I already own it....
I'm the opponent that'll never match your in wildest fantasies..
I know I'm not a Super Star but you look like a fan to me....:D
Put hands on me? I'll see that..and raise you one death blow
But you don't wanna go that far...just let ya self go....