To the Top
Written and composed by ZeaLouS1
“There comes a time when one will stand above all others”
I come forth from a land with a brand of rapture,
I manufacture fractures in your stature,
My acrobatical lyrics are mathematical,
Multiply my talent squared by the highest radical,
Mad fanatical, feeling like I’m invincible,
That’s because I know where I’m weak, that’s the principle,
Stipulation to the game when you flow and trifle,
Hit you with silver bullets from my verbal rifle,
Let you stifle like a priest from the Vatican,
Let you listen to my confessions and watch you panickin’,
I’m Anakin, Skywalkin’ like an evil mannequin,
Fightin’ back like we dropped bombs in Japan again,
Came up in this modern age with a modern rage,
A blaze in my chest, I defined the highest phase,
I seek divine the thoughts within your mind,
‘Cause I’ll ride the bass until your soul’s mine
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I ain’t stoppin’ ’till I’m done,
Who can stop the ZeaLouS1?
Are you ready for some fun?
Break it down and gimme some!
I can’t stop with the fire in my soul,
Take it to the top is my number one goal
Come on!
I create all concepts to build the format,
Extremities drop the pain off, I wanna feel that,
I’m here to devastate with words that I innovate,
The depths of your heart kindles fire I instigate,
I take solace in my simple solution,
I’ll never solicit to lyrical prostitution,
I let the rhyme scheme out to play in every way,
Lookin’ for dragons to vocally slay,
I will pray to the Lord for a sword of power,
Inject it in my mind, let the rest of them cower,
I will shower down, rain on everyone’s parade,
Let them know the name ZeaLouS1 won’t fade,
Like a blade I cut everyone in this charade,
My sole task to burn every mask in this masquerade,
Still afraid? I know you’ll try to hide in the shade,
My fate is made, I’ll make sure that all my dues are paid
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I have defined a mind undesigned,
Pioneered what other lyricists cannot find,
Far behind where I leave MCs in the dust,
You can trust I will bust ’cause you know it is a must,
Cause a fuss, I will only speak factual,
Then I grab a mic and spit ideas supernatural,
Obscene with a stick of nicotine,
The zeal within me is something you have never seen,
What I say I mean, I send shivers down spines,
I’m aligned with words that blind when they shine,
Is it a crime to flex a vocal invention?
I will take your brain to another dimension,
Before I mention my sick lyrical infection,
Understand my flow is laced with multiple intentions,
Offense prevention, vocal intervention,
Unleash on a page my emotional tension
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Cynicism once fueled my lyricism,
Touchin’ people’s souls with my vocal exorcism,
How am I supposed to follow the message they planned,
When they use words and verbs no one understands?
Spit a sick sentence, send you off with a sonata,
And hit you with the perfect beat like Afrika Bambaataa,
Poetically, beats energetically kinetic,
I formulate my flows and keep in mind to be phonetic,
Alphabetic, no, you’ll never need another tune,
Gimme the microphone and I will flow for many moons,
Like a sponge I’m absorbing all the information,
So that I convert my flows and stories in communication,
Feel my lyrics, feel on my hysterics,
When the mic hits the flow release the spirits,
Record in a day, spit venom to play,
ZeaLouS1 for now ain’t got nothin’ to say, what?
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