S.O.C.

[Intro]
Bad Man
'Seven'. Yo!

[Verse 1]
This is my stream of consciousness
I’ll spit till I lose consciousness
I’ll spit this seventh monsterous
Just to assert my dominance
Went from shy to confident
From unknown to prominent
Rich like Vanna White
Because I'll flip so many consonants
Trip like Dana White
Give them hits in every continent
My music is a mirror
For my honesty and confidence
Get a lot of compliments
So hate is just a consequence
Hope my fans still love me
When I’m known by half the populace
Never been incompetent
My childhood I was cognizant
That I was kind of different
Now I’m grown and still the opposite
Flow like it's incontinence
Lyrical astonishment
Trying to be a legend
Need a monument, accomplishments
Are what I'm making every day
I’m switching my position
They say my flow’s Illmatic
I was six when it was written
If I ruled the world
There’d be no need for ammunition
But I’m far from politician
Just a fricking good musician (chyeeea!)

[Hook]
I guess this can be the hook man
Cuz I ain’t write a hook fam
Yeah, I guess this can be the hook man
Cuz I ain't write a hook fam
I guess this can be the hook man
Cuz I ain't write a hook fam
I guess this can be the hook man
Cuz I ain't write a hook fam

[Verse 2]
I ain’t perfect, never was
Will be, or ever said I am
But working on myself
Because I’m trying to be a better man
Envy is for women
Jealousy is not a male trait
Me being a man
I can’t relate to all the mail hate
What’s with all this male hate?
What’s with all this misandry?
Don’t ever try belittle me
Good way to seek an injury
Taking all my liberties
Don’t never try to limit me
Cuz I can spit a thousand bars
Of metaphors and similes
Stupid don’t deserve me
I swear human beings irk me
When they’re not trying to kill me
Then they’re prolly trying to hurt me
But in my generation
It’s a different situation
Cuz we fiend for stimulation
But we’re scared of true relation
And I fit the description
I can make that observation
Cuz there’s girls I truly love
And yet my heart is too evasive
And girls who truly love me
But their heart is too impatient
So they never say they love me
Cuz they're worried that I’ll break it
Damn...
I don’t mean to be a villain
I guess I’m hard to satisfy
I thought that we were chilling
She still thinks I’m still amazing
So it’s complex on occasion
All these exes, couple 'whys'
It’s like an algebra equation huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I never had a hater
Until I started rapping
Now my life is full of action
While they’re sitting home and fapping
Talking “Zuby’s not real!
Zuby’s so wack!
Zuby’s got no skills
I swear that Zuby can’t rap!”
But Zuby’s damn cool
Consensus of majority
The black kid in school
This time you’re the minority
Who said that I wasn’t hip-hop?
Who gave ‘em authority?
Opinion’s out of place
Like thirty pricks in a sorority
I’m blowing up the industry
I’m sick of them ignoring me
I’m sick of all these labels
Giving rappers no priority
Sick of all these playlists
Manufacturing seniority
Then claim to play the hits
As if they didn’t pay accordingly
A lot of people doubted me
They said I couldn’t do it (who?)
The one that people bound to see
I’m living through my music
I’ve got my team surrounding me
Ten thousand people proud of me
So I don’t give a damn
If you don’t even like the sound of me

[Outro]
But if you do then I love you, ha ha ha
Bad Man, Anno Domini
Seventh time around baby can you believe it?
Chyeeea! Are you down with Zuby?
Team Zuby stand up, all my people around the world
You are appreciated yo, yeah
Ha ha, I guess this can be the hook man
Cuz I ain't write a hook fam
Chyea, I guess that this can be the hook maaan
Because I never wrote a hook fam