We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

UNDENIABLE

by ZOOLAY

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $9.99 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
Break Bread (free) 03:17
Verse 1 DON RON Ay yo, I do it in my sleep it comes easy Making cheese but I’m not cheesy Still my records spend on the radio like a Frisbee Niggas talk shit but the hoes want to kiss me Heard I’m seeing bread, same niggas want to stick me Can’t walk the block without police trying to get me Either that or record execs is trying to dick me Tell me what is this, shady music business Came a long way from being stuck in the trenches Used to kick rhymes banging on the school benches Now I leave for weeks on the road to get riches Got a little more but I’ve acquired new expenses People yell HOOO, when the music commences But if it doesn’t make dollars then the shit is just senseless Any chance I get I’m swinging for the big fences Get the dough, turn it into bread then break it with my bredren it’s easy With the Zoolay brand, get the dough turn it into bread then break it with my bredren it’s easy, believe me, come on, ay yo, come on Chorus 1 ILLZ ONE Got to get the cash, got to get the dough Money makes the world go around we all know Whatever the job it’s going to cost you a fee Say what? Cause nothing in life is free Say what? Cause nothing in life is free Say what? Nothing in life is free Ay yo, I got to get mines, you got to get yours I got to get mines, so get yours Verse 2 ILLZ ONE Ay yo, Break bread I need that, don’t give me no feed back I need my steezacks in green backs Cause checks bounce like booty meat to Dibiase beats Worked hard to generate a grip like soccer cleats In a land where mediocrities accepted, we put the time in So our art is perfected, now break bread Cause nothing in life is free, obviously I spit quality In exchange for currency, you heard of the, original free trade policy Probably a good philosophy like Socrates So break bread before I go upside your head Promoter niggas coming up short like midget legs Had us on a bogus adventure like bill and ted, now I’m fucking fed Bout to black out like Meth and Red, Time for breaking legs Kicking in dentures and busting heads, told yall niggas not to play with my paper Heard what I said Chorus 2 DON RON and ILLZ ONE Got to get the cash, got to get the dough Money makes the world go around we all know Whatever the job it’s going to cost you a fee Say what? Cause nothing in life is free Say what? Cause nothing in life is free Say what? Nothing in life is free Ay yo, I got to get mines, you got to get yours I got to get mines, so get yours Compton and Watts get yours, Mid City MidTown get yours The LBC get yours, South Central LA get yours, My people in the Bay get yours SD where you at get yours, My people Midwest get yours East Coast Worldwide get yours No what I mean, my peoples in Germany, France, Outter Space Nigga Ay yo Dibiase, take us the fuck out of here nigga
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
Karma 02:43
8.
Notebook 01:23
9.
Show Me Love 03:02
10.
11.
12.
After Life 01:16
13.
14.
15.
16.
Verse 1 Don Ron Ay yo, plain and simple, simple and plain Remain the same never change, regardless of my name or status I gain Married to the game, Marry Jane got me going insane Joy and pain embraced them the same Never had a girl friend the color of cocaine Never had to wear no fake chain to impress no dame Drugs kill, and make people act insane Others go Hollywood quick and forget my name Had to remind them again, Don Ron from the Zoolay brand I’m good money like a hundred grand, Yo I’ll never take the stand in court against my fam My lips stay sealed and wrapped like Saran Its death before dishonor, I’m no snitch your honor Lock me up, I’ll deal with my problems mañana That’s the code, the G code coming from the West Big up to Dibiase and I’m off to the left Verse 2 ILLZ ONE Its ILLZ ONE, the dynamic, rhyme fanatic My brain capacity said to be well above average Like soul food, the burner will boil your cabbage Cause L.A. Unified cursed me with ways of the savage So me spazzing out is automatic They used to breed the strongest slaves, I got an athletic advantage I get my hands dirty like mechanics Back in the day we used to jack niggas for their Starter fabric I was a prodigy that caused havoc, jack me? You better mob deep to have a chance at it Dead that, you better off playing in traffic Get a bar, I’ll no look you one like I’m Magic The Zoo forever on top like we stay in your attic I spit them Turbo Graphic 16’s my archives like arcades filed with Classics Bastards Verse 3 Trek Life I’m Trek Life bitch google me Bing nigga Ask.com I’m sure that you will see All the makings and all the trappings of what a true MC, is Whatever school that you in, there’s no truancy The mirror image is who my influence be, man I don’t fuck with yall niggas at all I’m too stunning no flaws, and who want it I raw, call for the mic like the ball In the last seconds, I’m good money And this is just some cruise control word play shit Full tilt a nigga hit like a middle linebacker blitz, sort of like a hat trick It’s the 3 to the K, tre killer, blazing the purp your feelings hurt While I watch your girl making it twerk Man I gangbang words and introduce Native Tongues like Red Alert My own language, the shit that I’m on is called banging Nothing but dope line after and line your broad favorite and I’m out yall Verse 4 Roc C Let me get them Trek Suicide, cyanide select all serpent types Grown man on this Earth, trample on you mini life Big boy body truck, all over your mini bikes, Getting head from many dikes, You mini mice Contact on the scene, blunt need another lite Dance in the circle of death and bless plenty mics Like whoa, the stowaway your biggest slave, Rhyme bout the yesterdays I’m ROC! Salute the God’s, still saying crime pay’s, pay you a visit in broad day We go out and your broad pay’s, stumbled on a buried treasure Couple dead bodies stuck together, roll through the stormy weather Me and my clicks, after bowls of cheddar overseas Donatella Slice through your Acapella, black Italy on the mozzarella bust shots at the dumb and jealous Verse 5 Blame One I spit heavy metal, Megatron, take you off I’m better on Got a better bomb when my mic recites the letters long winded Your shits wack, fuck who I offended, your near the holt of your career and I can ended Minds bended getting bent off the Henny, leave you offended my styles splendid Perfection in poem how I invented, demented I write in reverse, only to inform you When I read it back from the paper it sounds normal Travel through the portal of sound, you now entered immortal ground My light shines down on those that I astound Profound vision, my incision is what makes the cut Bringing damage to average amateurs that face get crushed Place the dutch in my hand put the mic inside, words strike like a lightening rode I invite your squad, to my exclusive elimination ceremony Its Blame one of a kind yeah I’m the one and only Verse 6 LMNO I let it out, I’m far from kooked up I make the broth, while others get souped up There’s not a cord that hasen’t been struck So on that note, you know the tone death get stuck Inherit a rut for what, strut with your mind shut And wind up getting cut, no signs of letting up Peddle to the meddle, door to the floor It’s just a new version of what you’ve heard before I’m more concerned, with the safety of a lady in Gaza, then any Lady GaGa Extension of the saga, alotta crock and drama, restock for any occasion Lock it down with voice activation They’re not stunned that called captivation, raising awareness No hypothetical guns for waving, a safe haven For escaping the forsaken, standing room only, rocking the ovation

about

credits

released August 16, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

ZOOLAY Los Angeles

ZOOLAY is a Los Angeles based rap duo with a golden era sound, buried beneath a refreshing taste of new school. The Hip Hop group was formed in 2006 and is now comprised of two mc’s, DON RON and ILLZ ONE.

contact / help

Contact ZOOLAY

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like ZOOLAY, you may also like: