Somebody’s Gotta

(Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’d like to welcome you all to this presentation. We’ve got a special guest performance this evening from my man Zuby, The Unknown Celebrity. Make sure you check him out.)

They don’t know about me (x4)

[Verse 1]
Chyeeea! Running and I pass em gunning and I blast em
Ripping them tracks up flipping em back but
Not looking back but seeing what happened
Not selling crack but rapping to the masses

(but they don’t know about me) (x4)

Sun up to sundown bro put your gun down
You ain’t gotta dump now people having fun now
People getting drunk now pro'lly gonna front now
This is gonna pump now Zuby’s gonna bump loud

(cause they don’t know about me) (x4)

Life is a struggle rap is a hustle
Try is a must though, strive and I must blow
Slack and I slow up, rap and I flow up
Right when I blow up, plaques when I grow up

(one day they'll know about me) (x4)

[Hook]
Uh, uh, somebody’s gotta win, yeah, yeah somebody’s gotta lose
People hoping that I make it so I’m staying dedicated
Love my people always say it close to me we’re so related
Ha ha somebody’s gotta man, uh uh somebody’s gotta
Moving up I’m almost famous now they knowing what my name is
Breaking walls and flipping pages when they call I’m ripping stages

[Verse 2]
Every line I spit I’m breaking it down
Making mad hits I’m taping it now
Rackin' up pounds and I’m taking this crown
Cause the boy does rounds 'til I’m running this town

(but they don’t know about me) (x4)

Your style is repetitive violent and negative
Mindless rhymeless flow like a sedative
Mine is a medicine rhyme like a veteran
Mind is timeless neural adrenaline

(but they don’t know about me) (x4)

Call me that hot like my verse they dig
Call me caps lock cause my words stay big
No I’m not hot cause I earn like big
But know I’m that hot cause I burn like cigs

(cause they don’t know about me) (x4)

Half the time what you’re looking for is up in your face
Half the rhymes with the metaphors never be traced
Pass a bit like a semaphore, slick like a matador
Grind tight limelight aim for a better score

(and then they'll know about me) (x4)

[Hook]

Yeah, somebody’s gotta man, yeah somebody’s gotta
People hoping that I make it so I’m staying dedicated
Love my people always say it close to me we’re so related
Ha ha! Somebody’s gotta man, uh, yeah somebody’s gotta
Moving up I’m almost famous now they knowing what my name is
Breaking walls and flipping pages when they call I’m ripping stages

(Zuby that was beautiful, that was beautiful. I can hear them calling, can we have a little encore performance for these ladies and gentlemen?)

[Verse 3]

Chyeeea! Jump off stage reach into the crowd
Deep like rave it’s feeling so loud
And it’s so hazy and I see ladies
And they see me and they all go crazy

(cuz now they know about me) (x4)

Getting respect and doing fast
Put it on deck and put it on blast
Hand elevation fans in elation
Had to come back and it’s a standing ovation

(cuz now they know about me) (x4)

[Hook]

Chyeeea! Yeah yeah somebody’s gotta win, uh, yeah somebody’s gotta lose
People hoping that I make it so I’m staying dedicated
Love my people always say it close to me we’re so related
Yeah, ha ha! Somebody’s gotta, ha, yeah somebody’s gotta!
Moving up I’m almost famous now they knowing what my name is
Breaking walls and flipping pages when they call I’m ripping stages