Brain Food Young Zion 6600 (Ft. DBangz)
"Brain Food" by Young Zion 6600 (Ft. DBangz) blends hip-hop and trap elements, released in 2023. The song explores themes of ambition, self-awareness, and resilience, emphasizing the importance of mental nourishment. Its catchy hooks and rhythmic beats create an engaging vibe, resonating with listeners seeking motivation. #HipHop
[Intro]
The question isn't what we're gonna do (Ayo, ayo)
The question is what aren't we gonna do
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I heard y'all need some food for the mind, for the soul
They all adore him, they think he's a righteous dude!
[Verse 1: Young Zion 6600]
A young black man, mic in his hand
Do what he can to move the peoples' spirit so let's begin
Fuck friends (Fuck friends), they only rollin' if you got ends
But when you dead broke, niggas is ghosts, ain't that a shame? (Yeah, that shit's kinda fucked up)
Jumped in the game, and called inaudible
I can't believe you said you was rapping, that shit was horrible
Deplorable (Deplorable), all of you niggas need to practice
So average, yo when I jump on this beat, yo, I'm causing havoc (Young Zion, go ahead and talk your shit)
I see you got a flashy Patek, but no soul
You gave that shit up for fucking bankrolls
No goals, too busy fucking with broke hoes
Who hit you for your bread and butter, yo, that's a no-go
They say "Zion the Holy Prophet"
But I did a lot of evil shit when I had lonely pockets
But I dropped it and I picked up the microphone and I rocked it
Yo, I'm godly, and none of you mortal niggas can stop me
The very essence of hip-hop, when kid'll rhyme so hard
It make your brain do some flip flops
I'm ruthless off the rap, I kill more niggas than sick cops
The mastermind with flows that make the bitch on your hip drop
The kids about to blow, it's just a matter of tick-tock
I'm smokin' trees so good, they'll make your head do the Crip Walk
Yo, I'm stackin' dividends and they're more tall as a beanstalk
Yo, I used to sip lean dog, now I'm stacking that green, dog
Livin' good with my team, dog
The question isn't what we're gonna do (Ayo, ayo)
The question is what aren't we gonna do
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I heard y'all need some food for the mind, for the soul
They all adore him, they think he's a righteous dude!
[Verse 1: Young Zion 6600]
A young black man, mic in his hand
Do what he can to move the peoples' spirit so let's begin
Fuck friends (Fuck friends), they only rollin' if you got ends
But when you dead broke, niggas is ghosts, ain't that a shame? (Yeah, that shit's kinda fucked up)
Jumped in the game, and called inaudible
I can't believe you said you was rapping, that shit was horrible
Deplorable (Deplorable), all of you niggas need to practice
So average, yo when I jump on this beat, yo, I'm causing havoc (Young Zion, go ahead and talk your shit)
I see you got a flashy Patek, but no soul
You gave that shit up for fucking bankrolls
No goals, too busy fucking with broke hoes
Who hit you for your bread and butter, yo, that's a no-go
They say "Zion the Holy Prophet"
But I did a lot of evil shit when I had lonely pockets
But I dropped it and I picked up the microphone and I rocked it
Yo, I'm godly, and none of you mortal niggas can stop me
The very essence of hip-hop, when kid'll rhyme so hard
It make your brain do some flip flops
I'm ruthless off the rap, I kill more niggas than sick cops
The mastermind with flows that make the bitch on your hip drop
The kids about to blow, it's just a matter of tick-tock
I'm smokin' trees so good, they'll make your head do the Crip Walk
Yo, I'm stackin' dividends and they're more tall as a beanstalk
Yo, I used to sip lean dog, now I'm stacking that green, dog
Livin' good with my team, dog
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