Zebra

[Intro]
Ma—da—ba—bum—bum—bum

[Chorus]
Yea—eh—ayy
They never seen nobody like this
No similar match or a likeness
Get ya hands in the air witcha lighters
Two fingers up in the air if you like this
Is he boom bap? Is he new trap?
Can the dude rap? Got the people saying, "How'd he do that?"
Ski—bi—di—bee—ba—boh
Nobody putting John inside a genre, no

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, all right, it's Mr Boom Bap
Nah, no niche, pardon me, but you see, I do raps
I flip scripts, split ships with my cap size
Keep my balance, never made a habit of having slack lines
I've got a brain that'll never stop
Grinding, Rodney Mullen on viagra, bars never soft
Taken a hella lotta hits, but I never lost
Tryna get my rebel on, and drop bombs: Lebanon
I just sit and vibe, reminisce and set aside
Time in a perch to write words till they fit a rhyme
Shit, aim for the stars, the moon ain't too far
Never thought I'd be up on a track and be murdering shit with Goomar
You laugh, but now I cruise past in a new car
Well not yet, but I bet, I'ma blow: Bazooka
Too far, outta reach is where I put the new bar
You're recycling the same old shit like manure, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Yea—eh—ayy
They never seen nobody like this
No similar match or a likeness
Get ya hands in the air witcha lighters
Two fingers up in the air if you like this
Is he boom bap? Is he new trap?
Can the dude rap? Got the people saying, "How'd he do that?"
Ski—bi—di—bee—ba—boh
Nobody putting John inside a genre, no

[Verse 2]
Now I can be just like a new wave rapper
Or I can auto-tune the crap out
Of my voice and talk a little gibberish
Or I can switch it all up till you're feeling this
Or I can be myself
'Cause I can't be nobody else
I'm student of the game, the legends, the lessons
Throw my heart and soul into the mix, now that's the essence
Of why I do this, twenty-three years
Of twisting and turning till everything aligned like a Rubik's
Cube, now I solved the puzzle, sorta knew this
Now I can be my rawest self through music like a nudist
Who dis? New phone? Never missed my calling
I'm engaged to the music, never hung up on bullshit though
Man, don't care about the accents you rap in
'Cause when the guns go off, the dope cats make it happen like this (doof doof doof)

[Chorus]
Yea—eh—ayy
They never seen nobody like this
No similar match or a likeness
Get ya hands in the air witcha lighters
Two fingers up in the air if you like this
Is he boom bap? Is he new trap?
Can the dude rap? Got the people saying, "How'd he do that?"
Ski—bi—di—bee—ba—boh
Nobody putting John inside a genre, no

[Bridge]
So what, if wanna rap straight over country beats?
Who the hell are you to say boom baps for me
Who the hell are say that I won't go...
*Rap Scat*
Damn, jazzy as hell, it's like

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I got some rice for your pigeon holes
Don't paint me with that brush, man, I missed the mould
Yeah, I'm just out here kicking goals
J. Kennedy, the remedy, that footprint's old
So, truth be told
There's no right or wrong about it, but we do evolve
But there ain't ever gonna be another me, so I won't try
To be somebody else, I'll leave a legacy that won't die

[Outro]
Bye, bye
Yeah, oh—oh—oh—oh—oh
Taking you back in time
With all this groovy shit, yeah
It's like this, it's like this
It's like this, like this, like this
The whole point of this song is
Just to remind you to be you (be you)
No zebra has the same stripe twice (yeah)
Man, bring that beat box in
[?], bring that beat box in
Yeah, uh
If you're not bobbing your head to this
There's something wrong
DJ hit 'em with a little scratch, like that