Silly Puddy Zion I (Ft. The Grouch)

[Intro: Zumbi]
Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
Give me what I need (give me what I need)
Give me what I need (give me what I need)
Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)

[Verse 1: Zumbi]
Dear Lord, you show me the best of times, show me the worst of times
Confusion all over my mind, but still I keep bustin' rhymes
And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need
And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed
We proceed with the mic bless, Fashioned in your likeness
More deadlier than vipers, lyric spirit snipers
Ignite us, we'll be candles in the dark
Solid like Noah's Ark, I was destined for this part
In the scheme of thangs, we kings and queens eatin' chicken wings
But greasy finger tips can't hold the scepter, so it slips
Now who's equipped, to come up on the grip
Of bravery crazily, I wait for the response
And I'm locked and loaded, missiles ready set to launch
Eliminatin' comp-etition, they gettin' bumped in the trunk
'Cause we keep 'em in the chunk, in the trunk
They gettin' bumped in the trunk

[Verse 2: The Grouch]
What can I learn from livin' life? What can you learn from what I write?
I study 'til my lungs are bloody, to him I'm just some Silly Puddy
Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust
I spend my day programmin' what? Sooounds! How profound
To rap until the break of dawn, so they can hear and know it's on
If the flow is strong I'm smart, If you're stupid it's not art
Marks are made so many ways, you can spin the tires
Blaze a sack for everybody, days are chapters, what you after?