Zone Video (MV)

Sub-machine 16s, point the beam at your vocals
I scribble 8, give you bait you bite copy and clone style
You ain't Hen, you can't win grip a pen find ya own sound
Ya shit was hype, my shit ignite mics I'm in my zone now
Yea! Yea! Yea!
I'm in my zone now
I scribble hope, I scribble dope in every quote of my songs now
Caesar's home this my throne, nigga watch how I roam round
I never been a hoe, try me we gone hold trial
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe
Stomping thru this bitch feel like I'm Mr.Bigg
Motherf*ck ya favorite rapper he can't f*ck with Hen
Tell lil fella if he think he's better holla
I can sketch him up an extra stretcher just for him and his partner, uh
It's no problems, hakuna matata
Life's good in my hood, I'm Mufasa
I'm standing posted on the end of East Boundary, bitch I'm East Hall Street
Tell lil buddy him want beef, I'm where the god's greet
My flow strong as the son of Zeus you think my pops Greek, uh
Who gone stop me, uh
Sub-machine 16s, point the beam at your vocals
I scribble 8, give you bait you bite copy and clone style
You ain't Hen, you can't win grip a pen find ya own sound
Ya shit was hype, my shit ignite mics I'm in my zone now
Yea! Yea! Yea!
I'm in my zone now
I scribble hope, I scribble dope in every quote of my songs now
Caesar's home this my throne, nigga watch how I roam round
I never been a hoe, try me we gone hold trial
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe
Say free the real, then repeat this the appeal
Lord's Will
Cold case, cold heart, gold grill
Cold chills up the spines of them low key swine's that's gone squeal
Rather be carried by 6 then judged by 12
Niggas telling tall tales just to bail out of jail
Yea, wrestled with the devil Hell in a Cell
Yea, won't let him undertake me
Both middle finger motherf*ck the judge and the plaintiff
Contrary to ya beliefs I'm catching bodies on the beats loaded off safety
Sub-machine 16s, point the beam at your vocals
I scribble 8, give you bait you bite copy and clone style
You ain't Hen, you can't win grip a pen find ya own sound
Ya shit was hype, my shit ignite mics I'm in my zone now
Yea! Yea! Yea!
I'm in my zone now
I scribble hope, I scribble dope in every quote of my songs now
Caesar's home this my throne, nigga watch how I roam round
I never been a hoe, try me we gone hold trial
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe