first song(: 
INSTAGRAM: z10nn
INSTAGRAM: deathtovirus
LYRICS:
balance out my chalice
you got malice on your palette
scrape metallic plates
salad finger calloused
raise the stakes, uh
straight shredding mics
divine like wedding rites
i'm high like stony tony
i ride loney every night
me and homie virus eyeing up a track to slay in silence
moonlit outta my mind stay colorblind to all the violence
ultraviolet rhyming
undermine the vile tyrant
volatile to violation
altercations in asylums
solemn promises
my problems are getting prominent
i'm not talkative
my responses have been monotonous 
rotten to the core
steady waiting for the plot to twist
life paused
often i'll be haunting my subconsciousness
thoughts are telling me
i need crypt or sum’ synonymous
coffin or sarcophagus
I ponder a hypothesis
the synopsis reads as
and simply states the obvious
the cause of all my problems is myself and not the opposite

rap reverend
nap veteran 
had a chance to better my headspace from the negative
too competitive it bring me down like a sedative
letters turn to questions and the questions turn to rhetoric
funny how my own self is my greatest nemesis
please stop the thoughts it's starting to get repetitive
i don't need no help
at least that's what i tell myself
this hell is keeping me overwhelmed

"𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴"

frivolous (prod. deathtovirus)

insta: 
@z10nn
@virusahw

lyrics:
you-want-that pistol-
bitch i could be giving you fistfuls-
of 9mm that’ll fit through ya thick skull
i'll break you like bristol, my wrist cold-
got a lotta powder they be snorting a blissful
doing drugs of ev-e-ry kind
there’s seven-ty nine in every line
i'm still smoking on distill
in-fa-mous i must huff
on da canna-bus and stuff blunts-
till i smoke an abysmal-
another cup, i double up to cover up-
a couple of my struggles but i seem feel the trouble all day
always, hating myself and i hate myself for it-
but where else do i place the blame-
is it my- psychotic ideologies
every time i look inside the mirror- only see what i don't want to be-
but honestly, i'm done with the apologies and i don't need-
another motherfucka telling me to follow policies-
i prolly be abolishing all of you wannabees-
so i aint gotta hear another fucking word from ‘em
i heard from em and they all say the same thing
tryna make it, change the game, be the mainstream-
but you still evading all the late nights-
working till my brain become a grave site
you just want the fame like-
bitch you been complaining whenever you want acclaim right
that aint get you nowhere but lower, the ball and chain- keep-
pulling at your ego, the lie that keep you conceited-
you’re eager to feel defeated if you dont got a placebo-
fuck a steelo- i got no ice- subzero- 
i'm no hero never thought i was miracle- just a typical kid- 
tryna live with-out a weight over my head

some of the days, feel like quitting-
why do i stay, stead-y spitting-
i just wanna be forgetting i exist-

come a long way-
from the way i been spitting
mothafuckas like me don't miss
im pushing for the inch gotta quench my thirst-
said i go the dis-tance cuz i'm tryna drenched-
so i pick up my pen and get to writing a new edition-
on the mission, ambition has been envisioned in the print-
i'm coming for the pinnacle, the top, the only spot-
that could ever be applicable so i ain't giving in

BLISSFUL (prod. VIRUSAHW)

insta:
@z10nn
@elsewhrre
@virusahw

lyrics:

hold up, i'm go and talk my shit
develop ima level up my element-
ahead of my competitors, upheld i got the leverage
even though my mental state is delicate-
alone in my room with my brain 
i can't understand what i'm feeling-
i stare around at the ceiling-
i'm concealing my feelings just to feel appealing
now i'm dealing with revealing my villainous
ima kill em cuz- 
i dont really a give a fuck
aint got nothin better to do
other than feel uninspired-
so i'm making that cheddar just to get my head up
smoking all my wetto these bitches will keep me fed up
devil up on my shoulder i know i hold a vendetta but-
i dont give a fuck, im that boy with pen and blunt
no half measures ever
just my hash and a zephyr
featherweight, i'll suffocate under the pressure-
so i wrestle with the evergreen-
ima purge the world with my melody
bitch my flow apocalyptic
ima kill em all in the all fallout
mushroom cloud! 
leave a body looking sprawled out-
i don't have a doubt, my mind a crypt like bitch i crawled out
jaw hanging off-
on my knees praying to god-
cuz i feel eternity pulling-at-me
so zee done needa get inebriated
two tone with the flow, make em feelin faded
moonlit with my tabs, staying elevated
now i'm back-
ready to turn the sky black like 300
bitch you want war? well you better have numbers
i'm a one man army and i'm coming for ya booth
living life elsewhere, im bout to get spoofed-
and we cruising in the civic, getting to business-
these bitches is pitiful
virus in the cockpit with a ounce of medicinal 
tryna get my cash flow, on the roll to formidable-
but a life a material got me feeling despicable
no wonder motherfuckers gotta turn into criminals
living life for the money, 
then they die for the money-
shit is typical, it really shouldn't be this difficult
and the system we listen to leave us feeling miserable-
i'm on a mission to fix it and spread the word to the people
that the conditions presented just ain't permissible
fuck a politician ill piss all up on your pedestal
don't be telling me what is and what isn't professional, fuck a hoe

One Take ft. elsewhrre (prod. VIRUSAHW)

INSTA: 
@z10nn, @virusahw

LYRICS:
keep an oz on me-
smoke the whole thing like tsunami-
got hydro seep-ing outta my lungs (im-)
sleeping below the sea-foam 
picking gold out the trove
like i'm davy jones burying treasure 
dead-man walking out his coffin- 
coughing up a lung i'm nauseous- 
hawking flem and now i'm getting sick of talking 
breaking em off into thirds
the serpent searching to service a shoulder
below the surface its usurping the soul-purpose-
a low life lurking in the mist
no direction just reflections of a soul once blissed-
might fold into my-self
im, paper thin (but)
i won't bend an inch for bitch ass-es-
frivolous, you don't know my nemesis (my-self)
no restric-tions kid i'm limitless no lines confine me 
except the ones that i draw around me-
lawbreaking i'm evading persuading myself to take it-
suffocating my last breath my ounce evaporated-
how long have i been long decaying?-
enslaving myself to mayhem-
im catering to a melancholy volley of chaos
now zee smacked on the cul-de-sac
so broke cant even afford a fuckin quarter sack-
i smoke the last of what i have its just crumbs 
long gone and my lungs torn from the long-sword-
ima lord on course to con-quer the cove 
you just vassal mothafucka don't step a liege like me-
i’ll be leaving you in the dirt
first things first my verse dis-perse hurt in bursts
i burn bitches with a flick of the flint-
switchin my bic up to a clipper- call me scissors-hands
how i trim the hedges to perfection- giving grams like a dividend
(ha) this a mass murder- yall the witnesses- 
it'll be a fitting end for them considering they living dead or close to it-
oh screw it! do i really have to drill it in
(rah) i'm the epitome of venomous-
im dripping liquid from my fucking fangs like a lizardma-a-a-n
komodo keep toking that comatose 
in my kimono keep me robed up
so-lo cup no fucks given-
double up i'm in the cut like im fucking blood-spilling-

MIDNIGHT (prod. VIRUSAHW)

BEAT CRED: blxrr
INSTAGRAM: @z10nn, @virusahw
LYRICS:

i don’t want you to stay
i got a bullet, it’s in my brain 
won’t you watch me just decay
i’m out of ******* and i’m feeling grey
im feeling grey, watch all the cards that you play
you “wanna talk” but what would you say
sorry i’m leaving you, (i’m not okay)
you kept me quiet, so now i cry in silence 
weapons with virus, my wrist have seen some violence 
my mind a riot, i think that i’m a nihilist 
tell you i’m trying, i’m just working on dying 

i’m just working on dying
i’m just working on dying
-just working on dying
i think that i’m done crying

im-
exposing my soul and slowly eroding like stone-
if only i wasn't so afraid to let go
color me in sepia seeming grit my teeth-
in the heat of a null encounter-
im counting away my days as i fall asleep-
in a melancholy volley- you could call it nightmare-
my eyes staring in the light blare
conversations lost its too complicated-
my thoughts i can't navigate them-
i'm feeling the feed-back loop-playing
(so i) cover my ears from the ringing-
hope i never hear the sound of myself sing again
alleviate my limbs from this rotary spin
i hinge onto what real to satisfy my- self in the end
helpless to fend off- at the end of- 
a dull lullaby- how can someone love a lie so much?

RIOT ft. vi1ens (prod. VIRUSAHW)

INSTAGRAM: @z10nn, @kylefortune500

LYRICS
(ONETAKE)
its time to bring back the original style-
yall cats is typical i spit residual raps-
to add to my batch of chemicals
in-vincible- my opposition can't defend themselves 
and when i'm on the mic you know i'm bound to get physical-
the criminal style break in your mental-
leaving subliminal mes-sages
you wouldn't catch it unless i said it man-
stay ahead of the schedule-
you only be catching me because i let you
and you only found your way cuz i led you-
like nas bred-zee- and led me- on a mission to-
break-bread with all the inspirations that fed-me-
especially- ex-pressing my weapons directly-
i'm fresh up out the oven yall can see who’s next (zee!)
un-less-he- fails to live up to his own-
expectations- i will not rest until the best is awaiting
any less i won't take it-
fuck a 9-to-5- success is my payment-
thats every word that leave my breath till im fainting
i can't ex-plain it, this only my option
i pour my heart and soul into this-
i got sweat-dripping from every ori-fice-
more or less you cant ignore this- metamorphosis
i change the game all the way from portland or-e-gon-
and leave em perilous- they be embarrassed to spit
they know there's no comparison- zee leave em parishing-quick
ill tear ya garrison down- i be the one man army-
so be grateful that i'm leaving you dead- you like a zombie-
a lost spirit- addicted to powdered prescriptions
while your children eating scraps off the table- they lack nutrition-
and the kids are prisoners in their own homes
victims to their parents decisions
and the house is being flagged for eviction
(bum)- this is the world we live in
you only get-it when you realize 
that the answer isn't giv-ing-in
you see the difference-is 
when i be spitting i get into-it-
i move crowds like clouds-
and touch the sky for all those witnessing

ZEE (prod. deeth)

I wake up to my new self-
it don't look like things have changed too much
since last night-
(tryna figure out what happened-
you know, whats going on now)
-
i take one look in the mirror
i can’t quite recognize appearances
i'm lost in the crowd
(tryna navigate my way through)
(to see the other side)
-
and so i ask myself where am i now?
i feel the panic setting in my skull
im getting no response-
(no answers to questions i was asking)
-
sounds are turning shapes and colors
only if i had it in me just to let go
(man what kind of trouble i get myself into now?)

(yo-yo- ay- yo-yo- ay- yo-yo- ay-)

gotta whole lot that's on my mind
from the moment i got started-
sorting through my insecurities
never noticed that i had em
deeply rooted since a child-
i was exposed the to music
my soul-
must of been born into it-
no option to refuse it-
see my daddy was a dj-
burning man up in the driveway-
building blueprints for them speakers
tryna show people the noize
and see my momma was from east la-
where the gangsters used to party everyday
and by the time she left-
she learned how to watch her back-
she had no choice
there was guns in hallways
doing drugs in stall
shittier whittier where the girls are prettiest of all
thats about the time-
she gotta call from her brother it said-
-
(Uncle Rob Voice)
-
it was at that moment she left- 
no turning back- 
she took her mom with her-
smellin like cigarettes out the pack
without involvement-
from any affiliations or types-
just moving onward towards-
something that's better an dead end life-
well now on the other end-
my father- 
couldn't be bothered by nonsense-
non existent frequency
unsolvable by defense
exploring imagination
kicked in and out of education 
no hesitation- music awaiting
that was his destination
(bum)- anyways my daddy was doin shows
in downtown at the groove-suite
they turned into to groove-street
keep it rockin till bout 5 am 
then the partygoers lose it-
house music- alive and well
and the mix is moving fluid-
he was- he was to clueless-
till one fine night met a women-
that might just change his life-
and assuming that right-
they moved on quite-
well cuz on nine twenty five
i woke up as my new self-
to world its just a another night

(background voices)

Wake Up (prod. 928Sounds)

Written by Zion Long-Walz, Matthew Schur
Vocal Production by Zion Long-Walz
Performances by Zion Long-Walz, Matthew Schur, Max Brydenthal


Of course she act up- causing problems talking mental-
Implicate- zee gon fly outta state- my Cartier Agenda
fuck em i walked out the building and forgot i met em-
I Found a New Dilemma- yeah my cartier agenda

My sinner ways- My 10 turn to a hunnid
More like temperament blunted
When I walked onto that stage-
It’s like my temperature rising-
Burn up alive if you attempt to survive it
Can't miss the target- my precision is flawless-
My rendition of yours is more than the original cost is-
I can’t stopping winning because im making my mission your loss-
Where the fucks your Michelin Man-
You looking tired, exhausted- 
Better get acquainted with fight or flight-
‘fore you fly right inside your coffin- 
Coughing up another option-
Not for long- your passions off and on
Zee is non-stop- drip a lot- New phenomenon
Move em like pawn dont cross me up
thinkin you en passant- 
Wantin’ some-
Fuck with zee’s like testing luck with leprechauns

Of course she act up- causing problems talking mental-
Implicate- zee gon fly outta state- my Cartier Agenda
fuck em i walked out the building and forgot i met em-
I Found a New Dilemma- yeah my cartier agenda

We talking novelty I Don't need no apologies
Follow me or not- I don't seek out to lead
Not a problem- dont gotta be-
My agenda is here
Whatever whip that they steer
I seal the deal keep em cleared
Not long before its revealed
I’m on a roll again- (woah)
Subwoofer barking sum (mo)
Ch-check the system when im on-
You might get something that (blow)
Bet you best open your iris
Shown to peel open your eyelids
Silence decide your agenda
All I knows mines Cartier-

Of course she act up- causing problems talking mental-
Implicate- zee gon fly outta state- my Cartier Agenda
fuck em i walked out the building and forgot i met em-
I Found a New Dilemma- yeah my cartier agenda

Zi0N

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