Dave Z I'm a mic fiend, with a shine like high beams
So bright ya can't see me, so go and get visine
I don't give a fuck got a million buck psyche
Cuz I been getting drunk at the club with ya wifey
I keep picking up fights, inviting a crime scene
I been ripping up mics, and pissing on pipe dreams
I was spitting it tight, as strong as a vice squeeze
In this small pond, I'm the biggest of Pisces
Dave Z the M. C. refreshin the memory
Ain't the same dude I was, back when I was twenty
But I will still drop you, If you get in my way
Bumpin Cypress Hill like I'm a get it any way
La-La-La-La - I'm a hip hop star
Spit it hard, livin large, and shadow box with god
been training everyday, and slay without conscious
was rhyming when Big L was still saying ebonics
Hook
Dave Z I'm a scholar, lyrically a monster
And I don't give a fuck, fearless as a mobsters
My rhymes are self-defined, hear how I can prosper
Although I ain't devine, no spirit or chakras
clear out ya roster, make room for a max cat
Like Donnie Walsh did for the Knicks, to attract Stat
Got n get ya back pack, I'm bout to school ya now
My hometown shootaround to warm up and loosen crowds
Dave Z the M-C refreshen the memory
Old Schooler Boom Bapper, Legend of the Nineties
Brought into the future, to try to channel vibes
of Kool G, Rugged Man, Rakim and Channel Live
I grew up a nice kid, but screwed up how life is
I worshipped Canibus, want a mic on my skin
Non stop writing I did try to perfect the flow
I have a way with words that'll perplex ya soul
Hook
Dave Z I'm an M. C. the last of a dead breed
Passionate Energy, Smash mouth like Ed Reed
Hittin you with the speed of two crashin bently
You babies who rely, on ya moms to breastfeed
I am independence, I mastered that pedigree
Drunk bastard sipping rum, till my flask is empty
Dishin out tongue lashin, so ya girls ask for me
Non are handsome as me, the young dashing emcee
Dave Z the Musician refreshin ya cognition
Wielding the Microphone, with intellect and wisdom
In depth lyricism, y'all are blessed to listen
its the dopiest Genius, like the best of GZA
I grew up on Wu-Tang, I will triumph for cream
an Ill rhyming machine, I build, rise and repeat
while most of this shit out, numbs ya mind like morphine
I incite insight and electrify what it means
Hook
credits
from Non-Prophet,
released January 31, 2012
produced by Vherbal