Silly Puddy Lyrics - Grouch

Zion I intro: 

Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. 

Gimme what I need gimme what I 

need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. 

[Zion I] 

Dear Lord you show me the best of times 

You show me the worst of times 

Confusion all over my mind but still I keep bustin' rhymes 

And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need 

And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed 

We proceed with the mic bless 

Fashioned in your likeness 

More deadlier than vipers 

Lyric spirit snipers 

Ignite us 

We'll be candles in the dark 

Solid like Noah's Ark 

I was destined for this part 

In the scheme of thangs 

We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings 

But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips 

Now who's equip to come up on a grip 

Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response 

And I'm locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch 

Eliminated comp-atition they gettin' bombed in the trunk 

Cause we keep 'em chunk in the trunk 

They gettin' bumped in the trunk 

[The Grouch] 

What can I learn from living life? 

What can you learn from what I write? 

I study till my lungs are bloody to him I'm just some Silly Puddy 

Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust 

So I spend my day programming what...sounds? 

Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn 

so they can hear and know it's on 

If the flow is strong I'm smart 

If you're stupid it's not art 

Marks are made so many ways 

You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed 

A chapter is what you're after 

[Hook] 

Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need 

Grouch: To help them trace my tracks 

Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need 

Grouch: To stand and face the facts 

Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need 

Grouch:To lead them not astray 

Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need 

Grouch: To say what I got to say 

[Grouch] 

Now you can faze me with your laughter your smiles or your pain 

I feel your trials when I'm down and out or winning at the game 

No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed 

Cause by life we're so impressed, we all wish we had a next 

And that's no matter how much I complain 

Really couldn't place no blame 

I'll just refrain try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim 

I scope and got the flame 

To make and knock and sock the same 

Got to use the brain 

So I can lose the chain 

[Zion I] 

See Grouch you my guru leader 

So I don't need to pack no heater 

Like syrup you make this sweeter 

This ballad is beemer teeter 

I'm tryin' to find myself 

Look at reflections of everyone else 

Some of y'all might find that funny but do not know your wealth 

You make the world turn 

You make the fire burn 

You make the wind breeze 

The sinner fall to his knees 

Now that's some powerful 

And I speak my words truthfully 

As far as I know 

Yo we all got some of God's beauty 

Hook 

[Zion I] 

Let me crack my seventh seal don't rush 

Microphone's gotta get crush 

I thrush with the force of a rocket booster 

This ain't what you're use to 

Now we gonna fly high singin this song la la la 

If you don't believe in yourself you best to try 

Ain't nobody said this life is easy 

Everything a test 

Is you gonna do your best? 

Hide in the cone of flesh? 

You got to stay fresh 

Cause if you stop you stagnated 

Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a jail 

Believe I can and I will 

Set these rhymes to sail 

But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill 

I stare off in the distance 

Rhymin' with persistence 

Cause rhymin' is a mission 

Will anybody listen? 

[The Grouch] 

Now if you put me through any time of need 

I'm sure I'll call for help indeed 

Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed 

Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation 

Situation rather unexplained I maintain relations 

In lay men's it's a vibe I felt 

Dja vu inside myself 

I speak it verbally 

Made sure all them fools have heard of me 

Believe I'm well connected 

Not a prophet who's been resurrected 

Trust and I expect it 

When I bust it's higher effects to match your spects 

Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words 

God he lives within, all of this he's heard 

Every word (every word) 

Hook