Verse 1: Zeke]
Yo, Amos, we buildin’ this thing to the stars,
Stackin’ bricks so high, we outshinin’ Mars!
This project’s the illest, it’s gonna be grand,
Our crew’s got the game in the palm of our hands!
Sweat on my brow, but I’m lovin’ the grind,
This tower’s so dope, it’s blowin’ my mind!
We slingin’ these stones, yeah, we movin’ with flair,
When it’s done, everybody gon’ stop and stare!
[Chorus: Zeke & Amos]
Sky-high, sky-high, we buildin’ it tall,
This thing’s so epic, we winnin’ it all!
From the ground to the clouds, we makin’ it pop,
This hustle’s forever, it ain’t gonna stop!
[Verse 2: Amos]
Yo, Zeke, my man, we the kings of this site,
Haulin’ mud and bricks in the day and the night!
This build’s gonna shine, put our names in the lore,
Folks’ll talk ‘bout this joint forever and more!
We got the whole squad, yeah, we movin’ as one,
This tower’s our flex, gonna block out the sun!
Party on the top floor, views out of sight,
This spot’s so legit, it’s the ultimate height!
[Chorus: Zeke & Amos]
Sky-high, sky-high, we buildin’ it tall,
This thing’s so epic, we winnin’ it all!
From the ground to the clouds, we makin’ it pop,
This hustle’s forever, it ain’t gonna stop!
[Bridge: Confusion Kicks In]
[Zeke]
Yo, Amos, hold up, what you tryin’ to say?
Your words all fuzzy, like you slurrin’ today!
I said, “Pass the bricks!” but you mumblin’ strange,
Like your tongue’s doin’ donuts, it’s all outta range!
[Amos]
Wait, Zeke, you trippin’, you talkin’ all wild,
Soundin’ like a toddler or a gibberish child!
I said, “Keep it movin’!” but you spittin’ bizarre,
What’s with this nonsense? Yo, we losin’ the bar!
[Verse 3: Gibberish Chaos]
[Zeke]
Bla-bla shmooza, wabba dabba zing!
Flabba gabba jooba, whatcha gonna bring?
Yippa yappa doodle, stacka wacka pow!
Gibba jabba hustle, we confusin’ now!
[Amos]
Zigga zagga womp, yo, flim-flam bazoo!
Wibble wobble gloop, what’s happenin’ to you?
Skiddly bop, yo, jibber jabber spree,
This build’s goin’ nuts, what’s wrong with me?
[Chorus: Total Nonsense]
Wabba wabba zing, yo, flabba gabba tall!
Skiddly bop bazoo, we confusin’, y’all!
Glibba glop to da sky, yo, zappa zap pop,
This hustle’s a mess, and we can’t even stop!
[Outro: God’s Cameo]
God:
Well, that’s better! Y’all were gettin’ too bold,
Talkin’ ‘bout a tower to My heavenly hold!
Now you’re spittin’ gibberish, can’t even talk,
Babel’s done, go home—take a long walk!
Thunder cracks, followed by a comedic “womp womp” trombone as the track fades.
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