Hipity Hipity Hop

Hipity hipity hop, I just dropped another top,

Hipity hipity hop, it’s makin’ me feelin’ kinda frisky.

A little risky, so let’s ride it out, no missin’,

Flip the grind, drop a rhyme, blueprint style — the Architect’s on the mic.

Draftin’ up lines like a city in design,

Every brick I spit got a blueprint in the spine.

Scammerz in the dark try to copy what I write,

But my ink cut deep like a neon light.

Flow so raw, got the concrete cracked,

Stackin’ syllables heavy like the columns in the back.

They whisper in the shade, but I stand in the sun,

Architect with the plan, yeah, I already won.

Hipity hop bounce, but the message still divine,

Every scar, every bar, it’s a structure in the rhyme.

You can feel the grind drippin’ straight through the beat,

Foundation unshakable — ZBONE on the street.

If they come with the noise, let ’em talk, let ’em plot,

I’m the draft and the frame, they the scribbles I forgot.

Mic in my grip, streets know what I design,

Hipity hop, blueprint drop — immortal in time.

Hipity hipity hop, I just dropped another top,

Hipity hipity hop, it’s makin’ me feelin’ kinda frisky.

A little risky, so let’s ride it out, no missin’,

Flip the grind, drop a rhyme, blueprint style — the Architect’s on the mic.