This was hard. I'm siding with Joker. lol

Fucks with it

Talib Kweli x Zpu-Zilla "Remixtape" for free download here
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Talib Kweli - The Level ft. Styles P [Zpu-Zilla REMIX]

yaphet kotto (freestyle)

A Little Louder

Mangled Eyes

In honor of the greatest soul singer ever. RIP Nina Simone. 

No Room at the In X Greydon Square

Last Laugh

Toxic Thoughts

Not Fair

Oh my god...I destroy  cities like the blob.../
mean...steaming like beans in the pot../
leave ...stay you'll meat for the stock../
speak...or you'll need to be cleaned with mop.../
he must've forgot that eville's prob.../
lem...from the hem of my jeans to the top../
of...my head, every theme that I thought of../
from brain is a frame for the things that I block out../
umbrella...for sum of the rain and the dark clouds.../
chain for the demon dogs stalled  as they bark loud.../
thought howls like gale winds....so they can stop now.../
rock scowls with harsh vowels for the fake friends.../
saying that they kin...but way thin.../
once the waves come ...will they swim? .../
you wanna pray some? then amen..../
like I give a fuck....you can say hymns.../
trapped in the bars like state pens...
half in a fog...but patience is that which evolves great men.../
tired of hearing 'boss' and how 'they win'..../
barely at the start but chase ends...lame shit../
instead of lurking be a better person.../
fed up, hurting everyone around you..now you .just messed up circus.../
surface dwellers.....dream killer with a nerve to sell'm../
blowing  hot air to  can't turn propellers.../
the drive's not there ....learn it better.../


I know..that this world is upside down.../
but I found....that my ground.../
is still solid....so I pound .../
all my traumas ...into a crown....on my brow...

TheUpsideDown Prod. Zpu Zilla

Zpu-Zilla Beat4474 - sample challenge #107

Smoking Section

I woke up this morning to the smoke
Like wake and bake
But I didn’t choke
Wiped the crust out my eyes
Before dusting these guys
They talk a lot of fuck shit
So, it’s a must I reply 
It’s like, they always act tough hiding behind a fucking keyboard
But in person they civilized
Always trying to trivialize 
Until they realize 
I ain't the 1, the 2, 3,4 or the 5 
Try to visualize a fuck nigga tryna check you 
You try to keep it cordial
But then they disrespect you…
Talking about everything else, besides ya issue 
If they did that shit in rhyme form, you’d say they’d dissed you 
You ask them questions back to back
They dismiss you…
Then it makes you wonder if they really want it with you???
Talking mad spicy 
Like the president do…
It’s a circle jerk and they’re tryna to convince you 
That you’re just tripping and be on the shit they’re in to
Shit like that really be fucking with my mental 
Makes me wanna flip like, nigga grab the pistol 
But I’m cognizant these niggas online I can’t get to 
So, I say fuck it and throw on an instrumental 
Online gangsta banging shit I ain’t in to 
You’re little twitter fingers ain’t a threat 
They are brittle 
The smoking section is HERE your lungs ain’t fitful
We can take it to any level you wanna get to 
Take the stairs before you jump out the window…
Multiworld Entertainment
That’s my kinfolk
If you disrespect my squad
I take it as an insult
And personal…
You wouldn’t do that shit in person, bro
Stop being obtuse and act like you fucking know
Remind yaself like something that you knew before 
Psuedo intellectuals really need to fucking go 
Wanna pop shit?
Do it on your own post
Or be an adult, and just fucking scroll…
Down ya timeline
And if I got time…
I won’t waste any of it to make sure you exposed
Get to acting right
You bark, but don’t have the fight 
Y’all niggas is ass
And don’t get smacked tonight
Y’all niggas is gassed
Don’t make me spark a light
It’s the smoking section
Nigga talk to me nice

Smoking Section...

Zpu-Zilla Beat4478 - sample challenge #112

I put my heart and soul into this.

Wow, they lose the game and then wanna flip the chess piece...
my chest leaks .. possessed speech...I am the crests, peak..
press beats ...overhead ..out of the best's reach..
Rest ? Please ...  catching  my breath...,
before the next leap...
I remember thinking of failure..on the carpet...
in a basement...legend of  the Zelda in the darkness..
rewinding all the wisdom of elders, they've imparted...
yearly , dearly departed ..is more often...
cycle of life....despite it,  a disciple of right..
b/c the cons of doing wrong..like dying twice in my sight..
I stick up for weak...like pikes through spine of a knights...
shish-kabob the wicked...serve'm diced over rice..
liable mind my business...'less  we're likely to fight..
like a war of attrition .. only try to brighten the light..
 grip them by wrist's to listen..but my trying is trite...
we're all imprisoned I just whisper.. when we riot at night..





Now, when it comes to these lyrics I am just limitless...
the only caveats when suspended amongst the primative..
like men who like object but hinder  what isn't gender stiff...
Loving women's not only limited to the feminist...
shit, this the real amber alert..
encased baser instinct..it's a cancerous perch...
looking down on their image ..so answer this first...
subtract attraction from prism, could you handle it, jerk? 
search pathways of half assed brains..it makes me upset...
rap slang, not a bad thang...but that's just one set...
to grab change ... I abstain ..and it's a tough bet...
all in, chips on the table...know what I saw then?
the math game,  now I stash pain ...for them to bar skim? ...
ya'll win, got calf strains...from running long scrims....
exhausted...finish lines just getting further way....
no worries I've faced worse...from an impervious race...

Refrain:

Sticks and stones ..may rip my clothes....
but you'll never find dirt on me....
so I'm gon wrap hands...in the facts...
I can't be moved where I stand..on me..

Sticks and stones ..may chip my bones...
but you'll never knock me off my feet...
so I'm give my all and if I fall...
then it's gonna be all on me...on me...

AllOnMe

Zpu-Zilla Beat4687 - sample challenge #140

G.A. (Gifted Anomaly) is an emcee hailing from New York City and Durham, North Carolina. He began writing lyrics at the age of nine and his love for the practice never subsided. A self proclaimed “Hood Nerd” and complete information whore, he has a unique style that blends a vast vocabulary, intricate wordplay and complicated rhyme schemes seamlessly. Being a huge science and science fiction enthusiast, he tends to slip scenes and themes from his favorite books into his songs. His goals are to always improve his skills and to completely murder every beat that he has access to.  You can currently download his music at giftedanomaly.bandcamp.com

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