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Raw Freestyle

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Raw Freestyle was released on October 31, 2024 by Zedz' Recordings as a part of the album The Hookless EP - EP

Song Details

AlbumThe Hookless EP - EP

Release DateOctober 31, 2024

LabelZedz' Recordings

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM139

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Zack Fallon

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Lolingo

Producer

Lyrics

Zedz

56, 112, Z's

I smoke flavours, I smoke meds

Don't like his? Try mine, got z's

Tell 'em again, Zedz

224, 448, Z's

Your bro said you got pure weight, Z's

But I don't give a fuck what your mate says, nah

Z E D to the Z

If you're listening then you should know who it is

I was locked up in cell 21

Sat next to my bro while he wrote to his kids

We met a guy who was loco and skits

And could rock a mans jaw like a boat full of dizz

He was mad, looked like Deebo had a kid

Had a scar from when he got soaked with a shiv

- That was in Dorset, had a plan

Had to abort it, now I enforce it

My G said I been hard from the start

Just spit from the heart, my brudda, don't force it

Pause it, rewind it, then record it

Man are like, yo Zedz bro, that's raw shit

Course it is, I'm fire like a Torchic

Half of the rappers I hear spit pure shit

When I say pure shit, don't mean their shit's pure

Nah, I mean they're piss poor

I was bare young when I clocked I had talent

But I didn't use that, had to live more

Little mug, fucked up, with a swing jaw

Done drugs young, so, no, I won't sniff more

I know man that owe bare man

So I don't understand why they're tryna tick more

This the shit that I live for

Writing to beats while lighting a big draw

Last few years of my life been strife

Can't lie man, I've cried on the shit that I've endured

Indoors, I was locked up in the bin, bored

Ripcord pulled, now I glide through shit storms

Ensuring my mind's right's a big chore

Impure girls, man I've dealt with sick whores

Honestly

Can't fit in, this life ain't my jigsaw

Low temperature but, I'm a bit warm

Out here, bare clothes on like shit porn

Let me fuck it up, it'll get ripped, raw

Flip more than a gymnast on a gym floor

I lost a lot, so what did I sin for

Taken L's now I wanna be the

Vic-tor

I mean victor, man will get stitched up

Patch up job, call out for the fixer

Lit cuz, that's what they say when I spit stuff

Fix up, hating on me, that's a mix up

Sniff grub, more than they sort their kids stuff

Picture, me listening to their shit bluffs

Drink up, might go out, get my dick sucked

With luck, might go back for a quick fuck

Fucking hell, I'm a sick fuck

Bit sus, like Neymar and his sister

Seen stuff, I've found more than a bit tough

Shit's rough, don't feel free like a prisoner

In touch with myself, I'm a thinker

Rizla, gets burnt down to my finger

Missed a, chance, got charged and the shit stuck

It sucks, what can I say? I slipped up

I'm an enigma

It's nuts, how I'm still fighting a stigma

Winter time, masked up like a

Ninja

Similar, to lockdown when it's

Stricter

It's the, basic MC

Eclipser

Mister, gas a man up like

Hitler

Writ nuff, churn out words like a

Printer

Grip the, pen til my fingers

Blister

(WHAT?)

- - Let me get in the

Mixture

I done a real short stretch like

Twister

Bro's out there, dropping gear to a

Spinster

On the roadside where the users

Linger

- Can't measure me, I'm off the

Richter

Ever since young, mum called me a

Trickster

Still here, new mindset, same shit

Luck

I'm still here tryna get back in

Front

(STILL TRYNA WHAT?)

- - Still tryna dodge

Pitfalls

Watch as I chomp at the bit like a

Pitbull

Spit ball, ideas round til my

Lip drool

Since school, been up and down, it's like

Pinball

It's cool, deal with my shit, it's

Simple

Singled, out cos I don't wanna

Mingle

With fools, that'll chase status

Symbols

Bro needs cro, so I hand him a

Fistful

(GO ON, HAVE THAT)

- - Used to be

Sinful

Used to be slim too, used to be

Nimble

Started writing rhymes all the

Time

And I can't lie, something inside me

Kindled

Swindled, myself out of a

Windfall

Cos I fell off, felt rough, felt

Dismal

Think all, snakes and jakes are

Abysmal

Feel this way til I'm grey and

Wrinkled

(TRUST ME)

- - Feel this way til

I'm

Old, man I swear I gotta break this

Mould

- Said before that I'm overly

Cold

But I'm hoping to grow right out of this

Hole

(YEAH!)

- Got thoughts that I hold on the

Low

Cos I don't wanna show them the hole in my

Soul

Coping with loads, only my closest would

Know

Moping alone, tryna feel closer to

Bro

(- WOW)

- - - Life's fucked

Up

Grandma would have just told me, tough

Luck

Had dark thoughts since I was a young

Buck

Swear this life's too short like a buzz

Cut

- It had me beat down like a

Punch up

I had to heal, now I feel all

Pumped up

Unplug, from the system and

Bun bud

Munch stuff, ate bare food and I

Plumped up,

- I was gonna fuck mans

Bird,

(That's absurd), yeah man I know, she's

Rough stuff

- His girl swings more than a

Nunchuck

Passed round more than a ball in

One touch

- Fuck, that, she a

Dumb slut

Messaging man for the late night

Bunk up

- And I heard it's this and

That

But when I seen man, he was tryna show

Nuff love

(- YEAH)

- - - I'm

Greezy

Incredible like General

Levy

Greedy, with the weed g, I'm

Needy

Leave me be in peace when you

See me

(YEAH!)

- One man I knew, he moved

Greedy

Now it's a Cena one, can't

See me

- I'm raw, way more than

Knee deep

Bars go over your head like a

Beanie

- - -

-

Wait there, here's a bit more for the

EP

Written by: Zack Fallon

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