4 - Heads Up, Eyes Up

when I left I never once turned back

kicking up dust on an old dirt track

raising that sand up – old souls stand up

who needs a band – what – put your hands up

I trust none of y’all – had to learn that

out in front of y’all – know you heard that

since then it’s heads up, eyes up

stepping razor – don’t test the size – what

I brought a dime to a dollar store

but they weren’t even selling what I was calling for

soul’s one thing you can never buy

some of y’all sell yours but i’d never try

set your center where your hip’s at

ease it up the mountain path with the switchback

gimme something I can get a handle on

fans of zone know – I stand alone, so

best of success in the quest to express love

expect cash is what you’ll get less of

and heartache, you’ll get some more of this

an open hand roll up and form a fist

keeping open a door – hoping for more

rope-a-doping the evil host of the war

coasting on massive hate – I castigate

I put tracks to tape to reanimate the love

when they’re provoking the anger

Zone LaFone smoke in the banger

you don’t have to ask if that’s the shit

take you two pulls and then pass that shit

you never heard a thing like my set sound

that’s the word I bring so get get down

if you dare – I wish you luck in there

and if you can’t dig that, you’re a fucking square

when I left I never once turned back

kicking up dust on an old dirt track

raising that sand up – old souls stand up

who needs a band – what – put your hands up

I trust none of y’all – had to learn that

out in front of y’all – know you heard that

since then it’s heads up, eyes up

stepping razor – don’t test the size – what

heatwaves – shimmering horizon

blacktop – thermometer rising

no shade on a two-lane blue highway

moving through – say, you going my way?

get your ride tuned up for dawn to dusk

shake the rust off – dust off the loss of trust

that’s raw as fuck – the vibe i’m sending

purr like a panther kitten – idle engine

pop the hood up and take a good look

check the he art of the ride – I write the guidebook

damn right it cooks – it’s only mid-morning

if emcees are “Balance,” I’m “Fair Warning”

you feel your manbun rustle, so don’t test

space between the notes – bass that zone blessed

toy producers I make memorials

like and subscribe to Youtube tutorials

all you learn, how to be a soundalike

no original style coming down the pike

rap crooks concoct wack hooks

I crack the side of your dome with your own MacBook

I get it going with dust, rust and diesel

turn heads and burn beds of evil

speakers blown – I redline the needle

lethal venom type man of the people

when I left I never once turned back

kicking up dust on an old dirt track

raising that sand up – old souls stand up

who needs a band – what – put your hands up

I trust none of y’all – had to learn that

out in front of y’all – know you heard that

since then it’s heads up, eyes up

stepping razor – don’t test the size – what