Zuby - Comin' At Ya lyrics

[Hook: sampled] Comin' at ya (*scratching*) Rhyme style disaster (comin' at ya, at-at-at ya) Taoist master (comin' at ya) Comin' at ya (*scratching*) Rhyme style disaster (comin' at ya, at-at-at ya) Taoist master (comin' at ya) [Verse 1] I want a billion fans, so I need a million first I'ma gain another thou' just off the sickness of this verse Even when I'm smiling sweetly look at Zuby as a threat Or you'll get owned before you see me like a noob in FPS No bu*ton combination lets you cheat the game of life Rappers looking in my pad, they think I'm cheating on the mic But this girl's my one and only and she never leaves me lonely When I want to beat it down she's always waiting to bestow me Spread the love like bigamy, so pa**ionate with metrics Your bars cannot belittle me your style is anorexic That means you think you're big, I hear you talking all aggressive But you bark and never bite and so your mark is unimpressive My vision's not a dream, I'm motivated to achieve it You wanted food for thought and I'm providing it so eat it I wrote this in my sleep I mean it no exaggeration Even scheming when I'm dreaming I don't waste imagination [Hook] [Verse 2] Show love when I come through, I get respect cuz I'm illy And the ladies love me too like they love ‘Sex and the City' Say I'm blessed and I'm silly but don't object cuz I'm pretty And always say I'm kind of co*ky but they know I'm kind of witty You know in my committee it's just me, myself and I Three of my favourite rappers and a little book of rhymes I've got a lot of hustle but ain't got a lot of time Money's got a lot of muscle so it's all about the grind Take a different policy, I'll turn and pen a prophecy My brilliance is vivid but it's rivalled by my modesty Honestly I think I'm like the hottest walking property But realised as a teen that there's no dream guarantee So awkwardly I started on my music hustle properly And still I had the brains to get an Oxford degree So think before you talk to me, you're tripping if you walk to me I'm moving twice as fast like rolling doubles in Monopoly [Hook] [Verse 3] They're colder than December when they see you at the bottom I'm living through my music, when I die won't be forgotten I don't praise the mighty dollar and heard that fame is stressful I don't need to be a baller, I just want to be successful Hard to stand out from the crowd but there's a possibility I could rise above the clouds beyond the probability Can I do it all and keep my soul and credibility Or do I have to sell it all to buy acceptability? Consciousness is k**ing me, God given ability To entertain a crowd f's with my mental volatility Lot of people see me but despite the visibility For ones who truly know me I've got slim availability You can always call, and smile if you don't reach me It means I'm on my grind so you can see me on the TV And I'ma call you back soon as the beat has finished knocking But I'm up and out the door when opportunity is knocking [Hook]