VERSE 2 - ZICO

Yeah, stop fooling around, why does everyone have so much to say
Everyone’s so busy witch hunting and group beating 
It’s a culture made for the strong
Played by uselessness, but still so fun
In junior high school, I was more used to the [bad word]  not the pen
Faltered a bit in high school, but then I grabbed a mic
The shouts heard all across [bad word] me
 [bad word] up just chillin this track)
Everyone and their mothers whimper thinking it’s hip hop
Don’t think easy of it
It changes with every breath, and I know that
This isn’t a bluff, I could sell my soul for inspiration
I put my life on the line to climb those mountains
(huh huh huh huh) [bad word] out of breath, it’s hard to breathe
I have no interest in this small game, I’m [bad word] for more