Peace Zulu - Actual Proof, Halo

Peace to Universal Zulu Nation

Shouts out to Afrika Bambaataa, Q-Tip

DJ Mark Love

Yup

We say «peace», and still talk that street

Walk like a man like your pops tried to teach

Talk that slang, march like King

Z’s up with the nation of

It go «peace», and still talk that street

Walk like a man like your pops tried to teach

Talk that slang, march like King

It’s the Zulu Nation

Check, some say the black man is God

Black clutch your fist that black man strong

After all fasted it, I’m trained

Walk tall among everything still let my freedom reign

Huh, need a litre like King

So meet a speaker like E, I need a speaker to breathe

The sweetest thing, holding pieces of a dream

Hoping, words spoken won’t fall on deaf ears

Model me after my peers, provoke us

We gotcha, we gotcha no problem and shout to Bambaataa it’s nada

Optional stop

Rhyming with time and we blind 'em and and shine up

Rocking that red, black and green piece

The of rap G is fellow me exactly

Ya highly within my psyche

I walk lightly and talk slightly under my level until I’m

Despite me, as usual, yes, black is beautiful

It go arm-leg-leg-arm-head

Mixed verses from the bible that I read, now I regulate my daily bread

Make it swing like the gun clappers knocking my apocalypse drums

Dum-dums lookin' dumbfounded

Stop it, we got it locked from the bottom

To the mountaintop scream, bring the avalanche warning shots

2011, now twenty take eleven make nine

Mathematician with the one to rhyme

I’m in the zone, hit

Say we hit a lick, spit, lickity split

Lick the spoon from the kitchen when I’m cookin' shit

True grit from the flip then they turn ten back into five percent

And turn the page, we engaged like them rings on the third digit

Dig it, so what’s the math in it?

Do the numbers brotha

Cosigned from 9th Wonder, rep the culture

Put a fist up and hold the vultures

They pick apart art with no hunger and so we never slumber

And hold your ground so they never plunder

I’m stuck for a in the booth baby paw

I so smooth with the jab

Won’t spend a dolla, save every buck

'Til I purchase the sphinx and fix the nose cut

Walk with a cold strut, used to post up

Actions speak, I don’t brag and boast up

Run with a chosen crew chosen few most

Find out when they close cut

Turn when I stare like the Mario ghost

Think I married the most beautiful thing in the world

Keep my girl music laced in diamonds and pearls

Game unfurls right in front of my eyes

Real recognize real and I see a disguise

Elephants in the room and Dumbo fly

Talkin' jibberish mumbo jumbo fly

Nervous hellos and the happy goodbye

So fly

To my man Jay Elec, ya don’t stop

And to my man Laws, ya don’t stop

My man Kendrick Lamar, ya don’t stop

And The Kid Daytona, ya don’t stop

Shing Shing Regime, ya don’t stop

H.I.S.D., ya don’t stop

And to my man Nipsey Hussle, ya don’t stop

To my man Cutlass Reid, ya don’t stop

To my man Scooby, ya don’t stop

Add-2 the Emcee, ya don’t stop

And to my man Big KRIT, ya don’t stop

To my man J Cole, ya don’t stop

To my man, ya don’t stop

To my man Knowledge, ya don’t stop

And to the Wrecking Crew, ya don’t stop

And to my man, King Mez, ya don’t stop

And to my boys, ya don’t stop

And to my man Chewy, ya don’t stop

And to my main man Murs, ya don’t stop

To Cyhi the Prince, ya don’t stop

And to my man Big Sean, ya don’t stop

And to my man Drizzy Drake, ya don’t stop

And to my man David Banner, ya don’t stop

And to my man Terrace Martin, ya don’t stop

And to my girl Nitty Scott, ya don’t stop

And to my girl Brittany Streets, ya don’t stop

And to my man Wiz Khalifa, ya don’t stop

And to my man Mac Miller, ya don’t stop

And to my homie Yelawolf, ya don’t stop

Emilio Rojas, ya don’t stop

And to Jamla, ya don’t stop

And to my man Freddie Gibbs, ya don’t stop

Sinopsis on the beat, ya don’t stop

And to my man Phonte, ya don’t stop

And last not least on the sure shot

It’s the Zulu Nation