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Ground Zero Presents: Why So Serious?

by Ground Zero

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Caliber: Bust out, thrust out, get outta prison, never thought that our mission, Was done now let's go get out restart, what wasn't finished, Everyone thought that we was jokin', chokin' on recycled air, Not knowin', it was our intention to get outt here, we outta there, Fame: I'm the sick, criminal minded, locked up in solitary confinement, So dark, feels like I'm blinded, if there's a way out this bitch I'ma find it, Bang head on each one of these four walls, suddenly an alarm goes off, Doors open up, my imagination?, this ain't the time for procrastination... Caliber: So now, what are we gonna do?, our faces are all over the news, How the fuck are we gonna plan this shit?, these bastards and pricks have plastered our pics for the public, Don't you know we're the number one subject? How the fuck do you expect to out run this?, Fuck it, let's take back our shit, I'll die for this 'fore I stop and quit, Fame: I can't believe that I'm finally out, but everything I see has my mind in doubt, Where the fuck are we?, This can't be the right scene, man what the fuck are you doin' in them tight jeans?, Yo Caliber we gotta do somethin', who the fuck did this?, Let's go break everyone outta prison, come back wit a whole army behind us and crush him... Fame: So what do we have planned?, we're already here wit more bombs than an Afgahn, No goin' back, this is the last chance, all or nothin', pass me the gas can, I'll take the guards out, you sneak by, crawl on the floor, Get up there and blow off the doors, Make it to the cell block, tell'em to stand back and blow all of the bars out, Caliber: Grab a lotta C4, and plant them right in front of these doors, Blast, what you gonna creep for, I see swarms of CO's, Sirens ear blinding', whack rappers, can't find'em, If they're nice, let's sign'em, refine'em, and let them take the charts...
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Who's Real 02:45
Fame: Real recognize real, fake niggas is see through, Ignore these cowards, and all the lies that they feed you, I don't acknowledge'em if I don't really need to, But homie lookin' side ways, like I ain't from the streets too, Lockin' like a pitbull, my bite is very lethal, Barkin' harder than you bite, the real niggas don't believe you, I don't talk much, and a coma's how I'll leave you, That's if you survive, you do?, I comin' to see you, The minute I peep you, another recurrence, Then it's closed casket cuz of the physical state you're in, Fuck your wife too, make her cum 'til her vision's blurrin', Make the bitch fall in love, then I'm spendin' your life insurance, How reassurin', You're fuckin' wit a grimy nigga, Not your average rhymin' nigga, think not?, try me nigga, Who's real?, some say the guy wit the blue steel, I say it's the opposite nigga who isn't shook still... Caliber: All this talk about real talk, got me feelin' distraught, Fake niggas claimin' cuz they came wit fake thoughts, Game's gonna change cuz, GZ's gonna take charge, American express, never leave it out your iPod, Rarely say what I thought, only what I've done, Or maybe might do, best believe it's type true, What I say is like glue, only if it's toxic, So bounce motherfucka if you're scared when we rock it, I spit at one hell of a level, niggas hate this, Fuck hell, they wanna send me to the devil's basement, Too nice to keep my yappin' a shut, In a stadium filled wit armless fans, still clappin' it up, Wit punchlines it's momentum, when I get goin', Brainstorm too much again and I might drown New Orleans, These exagerations fall short to explain, So what happens to theses phonies testin' Caliber and Fame?...
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D.O.A.r. 03:17
Fame: This the death of you rap dudes, funeral and wake, Rebirth of the MC everythin' you niggas ain't, I'm the annihilation of weak minds frontin', We back to wipe the dust off of that rewind button, Word play makin' use of similies and metaphor, Punchlines that hit so hard, they drop niggas jaws, Make contact wit mic control of course, Move the crowd then pause for that round of applause, This is the result, of makin' real music, Now in days all of the competition are foolish, Fame you're so sick, I'm like no shit, Nigga so is everyone else in my while click, Ground Zero, yes we represent a change, You rappers committed murder, I'ma resurrect the game, We don't concentrate on ring tones or record sales, If we get your respect, how the fuck could our records fail?... Caliber: No, I will never accept lesser than best, Now go, if every word ain't from your chest, Now know, Ground Zero ain't in it for the checks, We're in it to win it, rippin' and flippin' every cynic, Go right ahead and write your sorry ass rhymes, Cuz we both know they'll never compare to Fame's or mine, And I know it ain't fair for the feablest minds, You'll never equal the lines, beat you then eat through your rhymes, Now what to do?, it wasn't expected, lyrical excallence, Used to hearin' pessimist, claimin' that they rippin' it, Flippin' the script on'em, we bringing it back, Resurrect hip-hop, so we can murder every track, Go and do it time and again, and get aquited, Like O.J. Simpson, come back just to re-live it, Blow the doors off the industry, you know what the difference is?, I'm in it for the game, you in it for the gimmicks bitch...    
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Fame: Who ever told you I'm nice wit my writtens, or any time that I'm spittin', Is one honest ass nigga, he wasn't kiddin', But what's the point of bein' the best rapper alive, When most of the niggas that were any good, already died, I'll take the compliment but it ain't affectin' my pride, Cuz the best rapper alive is a title the best rapper denies, How the fuck am I on top without havin' to try?, So many whack rappers now a days and I'm passin'em by, Imagin' if I, swallowed my pride and actually tried?, Still without bein' like them other rappers who gradually lie, And put on a front of a tough guy when they're actually shy, Well if you wanna see an MC, then just challenge my rhymes...
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Fame: This time I'm not kiddin' around nigga I'm grown, My lyricism is what I envision, I'm spittin' poems, Precision in my tone, my word sends chills through your bones, And the minute I spit'em you get a cold, Pen in my right hand, I did this shit on my own, Did some dumb shit too I admit I wouldn't condone, But instead of making a prison my home, I chose a different set of bars, They hold me captive inside of a zone, All alone, I'm takin' a deep breath, I'm Infamous spittin' infinite lines until there isn't a beat left, I'm hip-hop eternal, feels like I could cheat death, But I don't care who I defeat next, Me stress? please test, I end careers off of a reflex, I let'em go first, other wise they be speachless, I call'em out on all of they're greed shit, And tell'em where the fuck I come from, and why don't agree wit, Wantin' to live that hood life, me I don't need this, Tired of bullshit, I decided to leave quick, I told the white man to move over, Cuz life is the grimiest bitch dog, and I don't know if you know, Or lost count of all of the time she had me screwed over at times, Seems like her and the hood grew closer, Lil' kids gettin' shot soon as schools over, Here you ain't gotta be drivin' a car to get pulled over, It's far from the glamour that you know, Your man's gettin' shot and you was just on the phone, But now he's gone, so what the fuck is goin' on?, I moved out the hood, and hell no I'm never goin back, Fuck that nigga...
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Fame: Life's a bitch and I've been fuckin' her raw, don't feel bad for the whore, I'm not the only one she sleeps wit, she be fuckin' us all, Some more than others, Seems like she's in love wit your boy, My dick is several inches, and this bitch be suckin'em all, The brain is amazin' man her teeth don't touch nothin' at all, She manages for the tip of her tongue to smother my balls, I just treat like what she is, unbuckle bra, Place my dick on her tits and thrust 'til my cum covers her jaw, It's nothin' at all, to a nigga who doesn't give a fuck, But she's obsessed wit me, ever since I told her give it up, She says she's different from the rest, She's inescapable, And our relationship is nearly unbreakable, You see wit made a vow when we married way back at the start, On the day you were born, and I told you 'til death do us part, See I try to be at peace, but she just won't leave me alone, She stalks me in the streets, and then sneaks inside of my home, Now there's nothin' but all these suicidal thoughts in my dome, Is my death really the only way for her to be gone?, I can't be wit here, but death?, I don't wanna meet him either, Fuck it, I made my appointment wit the Grim Reaper, Was just about to end it, when she said "you ain't a quitter," Before a nigga knew it, I was right back wit her, OK I'm back now, but look at where we at now, Why the fuck would you bring me up just to pull me back down?... Chorus: (Fame) Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga, Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga, (Caliber) Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga, Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga, Caliber: Life's a bitch, what you gonna do?, it's sittin' right in front of you, And even though it's yours, there ain't nothin' to control, And it's eatin' at your soul, you think you knockin' on doors, But the brick walls won't let you go farther than the hall, They say when doors close windows open up, no one knows a fuck, They're the ones usin' you to try to hold'em up, How are we to fight, life's divorced covered wit plight, Despite advances in life, this trife bitch wants everythin' in sight, So what am I to do?, I'm through wit life, not ready for death, and neither one will let me forget, I haven't done shit, yet livin' wit regrets, The peak of life, wit a knife holstered in my back, I know she's hearin' this track, she's here in fact, Hatin' every word written on this pad, But I gotta let it out, Pointless therapy?, no doubt, This is how my inner thoughts process and map it out... Chorus
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Caliber: If god couldn't touch me, what the fuck you think you gonna do?, Sittin' here right in front of you, Wit fear bubblin' inside, wonderin' why, Digestin' nasty rhymes that are goin' awry, You couldn't comprehend all the messages I send, Or the metaphors, this is what the shit talkin' is for, So you can hear it from my mouth knowin' no doubt, Lyricism is the only shit I'm talkin about, And I get my money in yens, a dollar ain't shit, Cheese is for rat niggas, I ain't nobody's snitch, Movin' along now, the forces are strong now, Skywalkin' cuz I'm all flown out, I know now you ain't get that punch line, So please don't worry about goin' back and pressin' rewind, I'm talkin about air force ones, I'm tired of bein' fly, You can figure out the rest of the rhyme, So the rest of the time, please don't step outta line, Sparks flyin' from my mouth when I get on my grind, Gravity bong water flow, sick, you oughta know, Can't handle second hand, than you gotta go, adios, Transcending what you tought in audio, Wishin' you was on it like a party ho you hardly know, I'm hard to follow, deadly like hollowin' bottles, Wit a flow colder than the day after tomorrow... Rino: Shiiit, He just did a drive by on you little kids tryin' write rhymes, My mind is silly, but the petaphilic shit he spit was so wicked, That devil had to take notes on he did it, Man we set precedents, Fuck all presidents, We just started, but we've been meddlin' for centuries, Livin' in the souls of society's mold, I'm Oscar Wilde, he's the legendary leprechaun's gold, At the end of a rainbow, pass the gay flow, And the hey-ho bitch, We Coke to a Faygo, Bagel bitter, mornin' to the night time, You say you high, but we writin' them kite rhymes, Stay down to earth, aim high while you float away, Helium balloon, gassed up bitch, go away, Burst through the stratosphere, cuz we're the baddest here, You're a bastards tear when you found out he brought you here, It's fucked up, I love pussy, yes, But now I gotta watch out now for the rappers in the dress, That was unimpressed, but if it was ever better, Then you wouldn't get the point, I'm way past the level...
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Chorus: (Caliber) Who the fuck ya want? IN-FA-MOUS, And who the fuck ya need? IN-FA-MOUS, And who's gon' bleed all ya lames? Cuz none of ya niggas can FUCK WIT FAME (2x) Fame: Yo who's the best lyricist since Pun ain't around?, Well you about to change your mind, I ain't fuckin' around, Frontin' like you ain't lovin' the sound, But you can't stop your head from noddin' or your feet from thumpin' the ground, Look at the volume, notice how you bumpin' it now, You didn't like the shit before, but you lovin' it now, Ground Zero, but don't think we tumblin' down, It just means I got zero tolerance, and I leave you under the ground, Why everybody claimin' that they stabbin' it out?, And how they empty out clips when they clappin' it out, If you ain't livin' than what you rappin about?, The next time you spit, you wipe it up and stick it back in your mouth, You just think of somethin' hard, and start actin' it out, But when you see Fame, you quick to run back in your house, I'm like, aight bitch, you got lucky today, But why them pussy niggas always got somethin' to say?, And why lames wit fine girls keep fuckin' wit Fame?, Don't you know I'd bag your bitch on my bummiest day?, Make you go down south, but don't get it confused, Next day on the news they find her chopped and screwed, Then you take your own life, so I win you loose, Ladies, before you get this shit all misconstrued, Get your panties bunch, start freakin' for no reason, Just know this shit was hypothetically speakin', I'm a little crazy, but that's just the way that I feel, Cuz the industry's backwards, I'm just keepin it real, How a nigga wit skills still waitin' on some deal, When a nigga wit a deal is still waitin' on some skill, Only thing on the radio is women and wheels, It's like real life shit doesn't even appeal, Eyes open but it's sad to look, Cuz now a days you just need a catchy beat and an OK hook, It don't matter who you are, you be stackin' books, Just say that you sell coke, whether bagged or cooked, How you grew up fucked up cuz your dads a crook, And how you go to any hood and have the gangstas shook, Take a look at what this game's become, it's sleazy, These fans believe anything they see on TV, If I'ma change this game, it won't be easy, But right now believe me, you motherfuckas need me... Chorus
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Fame: Am I a rapper, a clown, or american psycho?, Maybe a mixture of all three, You decide who, When you get hit in a drive by, by a guy in a clown mask, Cruisin' in a uni-cycle, Aimed at any rapper afraid and alarmed, Blood stains on the microphone engraved in their arms, So excited but I'm playin' calm, Insert a cell phone in your stomach, and now they can call you the bomb, After I install it, I have to fight a maniacal urge, And wait for the right time to call it, And then boom, Such an overpowerin' feelin', What you think of as appallin' I call it appealin', Psychotic mastermind, sick shit that I crave, Laugh as the blood trickles then lick it off of my blade, Got a twisted sense of humor, quit actin' amazed, Geez, I swear no one can take a joke these days... Chorus: (Fame) If ya can't take a joke, I'ma grab you by the throat and ask you (Why so serious?) Let's play a game, I'ma hide this bomb inside your frame (Why so serious?) All of this blood I've spilled, Wonder how many of your friends I've killed (Why so serious?) Now you're almost out of time, And I can see the look of fear in your eyes (Why so serious?) Caliber: Lookin' for semi-psychotic toxic lyrics? I got'em, Oxycontin driven thoughts, anythin' liquid I shot it, It's a habit like a rabid rabbit jackin' on anythin', Brandin' my name in bitches, laughin' like they ask me, No blasphemy, this pastor sees he's goin' to hell wit me, And every whore can see I'm lookin' for diseases, Please Jesus, let'em know I'm not bein' facetious, I leave clean cuts when these critics hear us, Infectin' every nerve in the cerebral cortex, Yours next, shovin' pencil leads inside your head, Leave your life up to a double sided coin, I get excited for'em when I know they're gonna die for joy, While you jump, I'ma slice your knee caps, Wit three jabs to your back, you'll be slower than a Sleestak, Please relax, it's all in fun and games, Ya'll a bunch of lames, kneel down, talk to your fake god and pray... Chorus
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Caliber: I flip tracks on their backs, Fuck'em 'til their raps crack, I'm back like I never left, I ain't even finished yet, Funny wit this readin' shit, pen and'em be makin ears bleedin' quick, Fuckin' wit this business bitch, listen kids, You witnessin' the illest, dude to ever do this shit, The rudest, sick twisted lyric flippin' dick rippin' shit, Livin' wit an acid drippin' fascist brain, past the blade, Carve my name in bitches, wantin' to be my semen drain, That's only one aspect, homie don't get your ass kicked, Please don't get too drastic, you life'll end up tragic, Every word'll have you, spazin' and laughin', Mad at the fact that whack and you're lackin', Oh wait, no way, not in my vocabulary, I'm the next to drop it heavy, I'm an oxymoron, rock it but I keep it steady, You better be ready if you're seen, Have you clutchin' for your dreams, Freddy Krueger at the scene, Not a Ruger at your spleen, just fear intensified, Let it slide is what you, either way I hurt your pride, I bet it hurts inside, knowin' I'm better and I haven't died, Better get a wishin' well installed where you lie, All I need is an idea, sit back and just breath beats, Spaz, my pens movin' more than Ali's feet, I breath heat, wit a cold flow, it ain't easy, Yes it is man, I'm teasing, don't believe me, A track from me wit three verses is a dream team, And the thought of us spittin' alone gives you weak knees, I work nerves wit words and verbs, I'm disturbed, The underdog winnin' like I'm from three and a third... Fame: I'm one of the best to do it, for those who come after me, I'm forever remainin' on top, that's where I have to be, Your lyrical majesty, never will I retire my throne, No I ain't in a gang, but still a Latin king, I rap about what I love, and I don't love whores, Even though I've crushed more and I probably fucked yours, Anyway about my click, It's above yours, No matter who you face, we're all leaders like Mount Rushmore, I bum rush ya'll who ain't fuckin' worthless, Ground Zero's like Slaughterhouse, only a younger version, Wit MC's movin' crowds 'til they close the curtains, Then we step in the booth and record until our tongues are hurtin', I'm never outta breath, even when my lungs are burstin, I'll continue 'til you're standin' in a puddle of urine, And a rebuttal just isn't worth it, no need to try it, you're dyin', Don't you even know what kinda trouble you're in, You couldn't defeat me, if you and your man intertwined, I finish you every time, I'm better than you combined, Sorry to inform you that the victory is mine, But that's what you get for playin' chess wit a checkers state of mind, Now I actually listen to stupid dudes I defeat, I'm too intelligent, like solvin' a Rubix cube in my sleep, That's metaphorical, to what I do to beat, Somethin' to think about, before you start shootin' at me, I spit so hard, I'm like human pressure washer, I'm cleanin' up this lame game, No need to get a doctor, I swear to god, for my performance I should get an Oscar, Hip-hop, I ain't forget about ya, I'ma let you prosper, And for you niggas I despise, I ain't a lyin' rapper, I'll do somethin' so crazy it'll confuse your chiropractor, After an hour in his office then you're dyin' after, Wit no thoughts at all, all you hear in your mind is laughter, Can I help it?, if I find these rappers humorous, After I hear this stupid shit, why am I even doin' this? But then I remember I got a legacy I have to fulfill, Followin' the footsteps of MC's who kept it real, First it was Punisher, then Joell Ortiz, So who's the next in line, nigga you're damn right it's me, Maybe it's cuz I'm Latino that I will never let up, Cuz when you're different man, you gotta be ten times better, Cuz any less than that and you're ten times worse, And you're a nobody they'll skip right over your verse, That's not the case this time, Fame is unforgettable, Ladies and gentlemen, back is the incredible...
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Caliber: I'm on a roll you can't tell me shit, fuck you, You're not gonna control this, I've given up on tryin' to fit in, I'll make my way in, I'll end up winnin' and rippin' everythin' given to shreds, Flippin' simple lyrics over peoples heads, livin' in the dark, Bingin' on my hip-hop, cringin' at the thought, Of anythin' less, I've given up on rest, Stressed at the text spit, knowin' I'm better than the rest, How am I supposed to feel?, or to deal, Knowin' 90% of you niggas ain't keepin' it real, Which leaves very little room for a nigga like me, Record companies avoid products like me, So I say fuck'em all if you don't want me, Suck on my large balls, Don't tell me what I oughta be, Too creative, to pay attention to all the hatin', Destined to make it, mentioned wit some of the greatest, No respect for the fakin', I couldn't live wit myself, You can dispell, any notion sayin' anythin' else, On top of skills, I have integrity, Bein' me is for me, and fuck it it's all I can be, Fuck the pressure cooker called the industry, You can topple if you want, I'm bringin' this bitch down to its knee's, Never lettin' 'til I'm the one that's pleased, In dire need of fresh air, I'm bringin' the breeze... Chorus: (Rino) You love fake but hate real, You just, Make up what you don't feel, I had enough of you fucks wit your tough fronts, Spillin' that trash out ya hip-hop dump trucks, (Caliber) You won't stop me... (2x) Caliber: I'm tired of re-iteratin' everythin' I'm sayin', So why should I try holdin' the reigns?, Nothing is changing, it's the same thing, chains and fake bling, Women in bathin' suits not knowin' a thing, So fuck it I said, fucked in the head, I may be, Trust when it's said, nothin's escaping, From my grasp, any peripheral path that you're taking, Just know, there is no escaping, OK G, They say he has no place to say, What's hip-hop and what should go in its place, You're wrong, as far as the hip-hop I think wit my heart, Not the pockets next to my fart, Get it, no financial bias in my art, Straight love, it aches and pains as you tore it apart, I pick the pieces up, rebuild, you still, Don't understand whats the point of keepin' it skills, Cuz as an actor, all you gotta do is fuckin' act, And after that?, all you gotta do is fuckin' rap, No substance needed, take your money and leave, I'll be critically acclaimed, you can be Keanu Reeves, You can have all the top hits, As far as my career, I'll still be here in 5 years, You can have every battle, cuz it's war I want, Don't I start?, than motherfucka fuck off... Chorus (2x)
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Caliber: For years I've done nothin' except for supressin' this pain, Poppin' pills but still feelin' the same, Expression is shamred, I swear I feel it wit every single drop of rain, Crazed thoughts the pain haunts when you're livin' without pay, It's hard as hell findin' easy money like water wells, Can hardly tell if I can make it not payin' this water bill, Can hardly kill this negativity ridin' my side, Immoral thoughts have been, floodin' my mind, Drownin' in debt, sorrow and death, always upset, Never the upside, also never showin' regret, I can't care, and fuck rhymin' for all the fan fare, My hands bare the brunt of my stress even when I can't, Ain't no way I'll loose the roof over my sisters head, Fuck me, I'll be her guardian angel before my death, And even after, even if I'm burnin' in hell faster than Adolf did, I'll take care of my little sis, So I sit here chillin' plottin' and schemin', In front of the buildin' where I'm supposed to be sleepin' but only daydreamin', Wantin' more than I really should, Or maybe more than I actually could, I used to, Dream about livin' in a different city, 'Til I, realized I'm from the city of dreams, It opened my eyes to the possibility of cream, Just tell my story, Solidify where I should be... Fame: I never had a president to represent me, shit, As high as gas and rent be, they must resent me, So for a bigger cause I'm like fuck it son, let's bleed, Born in the ghetto so to war is where they sent me, Nevertheless they can't prevent, warrior of the century, Dead or alive, I strive, I die they won't forget me, So nigga tempt me, but either way they'll never get us, We too real, ask anybody who ever met us, Niggas gwop up, let the big faces bless us, But fuck deceased presidents, We after them dead inventors, Stackin' up Ben Franks, whatever the kid thinks, The mind I posses can get, deeper than big shanks, Now in days you're more likely to get that than get thanks, Body sinkin' to the bottom of the worlds fish tank, Weapons of mass destruction?, son you gotta be jokin', It's over bread, that's why our country is causin' a commotion, The governments dirty, and I know it must be broken, But Barack Obama's got'em hopin', Fame's got'em open, Minded, excited to see a life that we ruined re-winded, Problems are solved as soon as we find it, And not led by tyrant, cuz that'll be the end of things, The governments on my back, and these niggas won't let me breath, Innocents still takin' the prison criminal sentencin', I'm still waitin' on that president to start reppin' me...
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Rino: It's not that I hate you, I don't hate, I don't love you like you want me to, so I mate, but don't reciprocate, Feelin's, I need healin' and callous remover for the bandage, For the bleedin', I'm not a monster, just not a romantic anymore, So send the next whore the third floor, I just fuck and bust and thrust her out the door, Then get some rest wit no fuss and find some more, A recent bachelor, so I attack faster, Than I gather food for the day after, I capture the moment, seize and hold it, Then throw it away like a newspaper from yesterday, So sorry I can't give you the blood pump, To me it's like, puttin' a diamond inside of a dump truck, So we can fuck, but nothin' else, You can give me tongue, but just keep it under the belt, Like you say I'ma keep it real, I just came just to see, how you feel, I'm not interested in my hearts appeal, I laid the cards out, now it's time for you to deal, Like you say I'ma keep it real, I just came just to see, how you feel, I'm not interested in my hearts appeal, I laid the cards out, now it's time for you to deal... Caliber: It's been a long time, Let's face it, shit ain't like what it was, I've been so far away, and things are gettin' harder babe, In reality I don't even think about us, I know I'm harder to trust, I ain't smarter than lust, And a few thousand miles made a difference in us, At least a difference in me, I'm not the man I was, It was all promise rings 'til the promises bust, I was tired of cuffs, My eyes were wonderin' up around, Hearin' the sounds of fun and the single life, Listen to me, this ain't the kid that you met, Shy around girls, never stuck out his chest, Twenty somethin', I promise that I ain't done yet, And all that you'll get is tears shed, If you stay wit me, so please leave you're smarter than this, Even though i know I'm the one that started all of this... Fame: You need to fall back, yeah I'm listenin' to what you gotta say, But on some real shit, I ain't tryin' hear all that, I found a girl who gives me the world, now you want it all back?, Bitch don't be surprised if I don't call back, When I was single you wasn't persuin', Now that I'm taken, you tryin' to ruin, come on I know what you doin', Yeah you wanna talk? fine, let's press rewind, And take it back, reminisce about the last time, Huh, you had a baby by another man, Love gotta be blind cuz I still lent you a helpin', You bit it when I was just tryin' to feed you, I slept in the street and figured out that I din't need you, I gotta job, worked hard to put a roof over my head, Happy for once now, all your memories are dead, I guess it's my version of a piece of mind, You relationship sucks, it doesn't mean that I'm not pleased wit mine...
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Caliber: I reciprocal frac tracks, extract raps wit a vocab that, Stacks on the feeble neurons and smash back, I laugh at the fact I can pull words outta my ass crack, Shit on niggas, and not back track, I'm passed that level of thought, So I never have to smack that, or crank jack, No gangs, skateboards, not even back packs could quite pack my style, As a matter of fact that, the facts don't matter when arts bein' craft, graphed, Cuz I smash back at these whack cats wit unsurpassed mass and volume, Snappin' ear drums like rat traps...
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Chorus: (Caliber) Whether you like it or not, ground zero's callin' the shots, Makin our way to the top, we put in work just like that shit that you keep, Tucked in you socks, you niggas bluffin' alot, (Fame) We crush the competition, rock systems, 'Til we have more than pots to piss in, (Caliber) Back on our grind, keepin' these rappers in line, This is what happens wit time, our worst is better than anything that you, Had in your prime, with all these hazardous rhymes, (Fame) We have to get signed goin' insane, Flow isn't tamed 'til that moment of change... Fame: It's time to reveal it, expose it, put you right on the spot, Lyin' a lot, rhyme all the time about the size of your glock, The only thing you conceal is still hidden inside of your twat, Whether you, like it or not, we're gonna rise to the top, Yeah I'm a dickhead, just tryin' to get a shot my nigga, If rap don't work, well at least I still got my liquor, Man who I'm kiddin', can't you people tell that I'm jokin', Got you chokin', no drug you ever tried is as potent, No pill can kill the type of pain that I deal, Cold flow, but could dip my pen in Nyquil and still write ill, Who cares about your nice wheels, swear that I'm bout to write wills, Hand'em out wit U shaped grill, like told you life's real, But I'm still, on a mission to round you up, Fame zero tolerance, Caliber will ground you up, Had a he'll of a life, as far rap who knows where it's goin', Poetry in motion, and our luck could change any moment... Chorus Caliber: This our moment, like Em said, we have to own it, Doin' donuts on the industry lawn, ruin the roses, And smell of it bein' sweet, yeah you know I'll disclose it, That we're the shit bitch, voodoo witch glitch, so no one controls us, No one there to oppose us, stompin' on corpses, Necraphilic flow, fuckin' killin' every beat, Have every fan on their feet, clappin' like they're carryin' heat, Higher than hangin' wit cheech, recite every word of my speech, You know what I mean, when I say it was all a dream, Or can't knock the hustle, then it ain't hard to tell, That I'm workin' wit shallow wells, and actual lack of skills, To comprehend the shadow of the art that was almost killed, The love of my life, man I'm comin' to save her, This is the moment of change, not just the title of the header, Conviction or vendetta, we'll whether the weather, Whatever the set up, I'll get her, best believe we won't let up... Chorus

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First official Ground Zero Mixtape. We're trying to make name for ourselves and bring somethin new and fresh to the table.

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released January 4, 2011

Caliber, Fame and Rino

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Ground Zero Orlando, Florida

We are Ground Zero. A group that was created in Central Florida brings soul and sound together from our four members: Caliber, Fame, Rino, and Ray Tallantz. Ranging from NYC, Bridgeport, and Orlando we create a unique and diverse sound that is like no other. Our passion is hip hop, not money, and our lifelong dream is to grow and prosper in that passion. Visit our FanPage and Like. ... more

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