Zuby - Glory lyrics

[Intro] Bad Man. Are you down with Zuby? Yeeeeah, ha ha ha Team Zuby stand up. Desire to inspire Anno Domini. Let's go get 'em bro Uh, 'Seven' [Verse 1] You can put your hands up like the ceiling gon' rain Got a couple bands up only sealing my pain Worry mad cats heated feeling my flame Scurry like a lab rat or you're finna get maimed Why you so mad cuz I top that page Honeys stalk backstage when I rock that stage? Being more glad if they locked that cage And I co*ked black rage and I popped that gauge? Unemotional I never drop that frame Locomotion and you can't stop that train Couple females threw a coin to derail Won't go into detail but I'll drop that flame Wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me talk that game Big name watch. Drop top frame would I Clock more fame if I chopped c**aine While I popped champagne on a goddam plane? Sipping it sa**ily, mixing with majesty Lipping it lavishly, this is a travesty! I think the new epidemic is vanity You think your selfies are good for humanity I'm getting badder the proof no profanity Y'all getting fatter on too many calories Still shooting up from the booth to the canopy Still moving up but stay grounded like gravity Verbal veracity, lyrical mastery Artist tenacity, vicious audacity I'm not a scrapper who's charged like a battery I'm an attacker who's calm in calamity Rapping so swift it is radio blasphemy If they don't play it I'll reach for the mantelpiece Seize something supple and slap them with savagery Get away clean and then plea for insanity [Hook] Chyeeea! Glory Chyeeea! Glory Chyeeea! Glory Glory! Glory! [Verse 2] Tell you the difference with me and the rest of ‘em They're thinking now and I'm thinking ‘what's next for him?' They see and obstacle and see impossible I see a weight that I've already benched You think I'm lucky I think that I'm blessed You think I'm co*ky I think that I'm hench

You cannot copy the flow is too choppy You're borderline sloppy and feeble at best! Cold like Sub-Zero no hero can test The Legion of Doom with the freedom of press Spit till they've heard of me all over Germany Denmark, France, Sweden and all of the rest I went to Serbia and it was bless Czech Rep, Estonia love from the press Seeking advantages speaking in three languages Dreaming in Spanish and scheming French Switch automatically, speaking emphatically Flipping it casually, syllable flattery Grade-A like actors who peak with the salary Straight A like slappers who sleep with the faculty I don't mean malice I'm hungry and panicky Come to your palace while feeding your family Pardon my manners I'm not from this planet I come like Galactus to feed on your galaxy! [Hook] [Verse 3] I am a dreamer that's seeking reality I am a schemer at peace with mortality Can't live forever I'll speak through the gallery Every verse is a seed for humanity Very high peak and the journey is hilly The higher you reach then the more that it's chilly Give up and quit it seems smarter than silly But you never know when you're shy of a milli! More than a story it's more than it seems If you want glory then shoot for your dreams Don't be puppet and hustle for ducats Unless you're the owner or part of the scheme This my philosophy rapping I breathe and My drive ain't been floppy since Apple IIE Spitting the truth ever since I was teen And the rhythm is denim it's all in my genes Knowledge is power I seek with voracity Quicker the vision the sicker the strategy My weakest bar is a gem no opacity Start at the end of your mental capacity I graduated the sickest academy Waited to get forty grips as a salary Traded it in for a bid to live happily Emancipated my freedom my sanity! [Outro] Chyeeeea! Glory! Glory! Glory! Are you down with Zuby? Welcome