Z-Skin versuri

Z-Skin lyrics by Nemba

Intro: Nemba, Sean Bustin & Unknown people
She’s more to be pittied than censured sung by mrs Marguerite Newton
At the old concert hall on the Bowery
‘Round a table were seated one night
A crowd of young fellows carousing
With them life seemed cheerful and bright – becomes unintelligible
She is more to be helped than despised
She is only a lassie who ventu-
Nah hah but that’s what I mean like just get anything out bro
Yeah, just gotta make sure that i’m chilling
Something’s better than nothing
Huh?
Something’s better than nothing, y’know?
Exactly, exactly
Unless it’s really shit which it’s not gonna be
Nah, but I feel like i’m just being too-
Critical?
Yeah just being like, yo everything’s gotta be perfect. Like i’ve gotta make sure like if i release it and people are like ‘oh this is shit’ Who cares? No-one cares realistically, do they? There’s always an audience for everything
Yeah, no 100% bro. 100%. Get it out there
Yeah?
Send me any little demos you got, right go to sleep mate
I was alone, fifty or sixty of those things standing there, staring at me
They didn’t move, they didn’t run, they just stood there staring at me

Verse 1: Nemba
Money got me in a headlock
Work got me in a deathbed
Cardboard ass motherfuckers gave me
T swizzle, and depression
Wake up it’s the same day, lame rappers tryna get attention
If your name ain’t Sean Bustin I don’t care about your fucking set list
And they placing me under inspection
Now they mad, they lives have plundered
With a gut like king K rule
I compare they career to fear and hunger
And it’s sad how your dreams die with you
They replaced your name with a number
You’re the top hat, stuck on a tile
Now you play Tetris, stacking the cardboard, And you ask for more shit with a smile
Brainwashed…
Getting by on the skin of your teeth
Broken inside is just you to a T
They call it karma, I call it defeat
Some people must fail so others succeed
It’s truth, you working to spoil elites…
Fingers to my head and down my neck so I start vomiting
It’s a grey death if I don’t peel away no zombie skin

Outro: Uknown people
I’m going with you
Get back in the cellar!
No it’s-
Well is you comin? come on
Get in