Zimba on this track(Scorpz)
Intro (spoken, low):
Zimba on this track(Scorpz) — yeah, listen.
(soft crackle) Breath... (ad-lib: Zim, Zim)
Verse 1:
Ghosts of porchlight, mama folding shirts at 2AM
Pocket full of notebook pain, pockets full of loose change (snap)
Eight & Fulton corners where the streetlights judge your name
Played hopscotch with hunger, traded time for fast lanes
Coach said, "Boy keep pushin'," granddad said, "Stay the same"
But the city whispered scripts, tuned to hustle, tuned to blame
I learned to count my losses in the morning static rain
Kept a Bible, two pens, and a mixtape called my lane
(808 thump — low) (ad-lib: Zim)
Pre-Chorus (short cadence, punch):
Mama said, "Keep your head, keep your heart."
I said, "I’m tryna build, not fall apart."
(hi-hat tick — roll)
Chorus (hook — chantable, repeatable):
Zimba on the map — we don't play, we rise (Zim, Zim)
Call it out loud, let it echo through the skies (Zim, Zim)
From porchlight prayers to spotlight fights
We spin the dark to daylight, we claim our rights (Zim)
Zimba on the map — we don't play, we rise (repeat ad-lib: Zim, Zim)
(808 DROP — full, short pause before Verse 2)
Verse 2 (tighter cadence, internal rhymes):
Late night shows, notebooks stained with coffee steam
Shorty on the stoop said, "Dream big," I sketched a scheme
Rented rooms, rented hopes, but I kept the steady beam
Said my name to papa's picture, felt the stitch in every seam
Lost two brothers to the fast clock, one to a wrong turn flame
Left a hoodie on the lamppost with their names in faint script
Mama cried on the kitchen tile, said "Boy don't go that way"
I promised on pancakes and prayers I'd see a brighter day
(hi-hat trip — stutter) (ad-lib: yeah, yeah)
Chorus (stronger, add a melodic lift):
Zimba on the map — we don't play, we rise (Zim, Zim)
Call it out loud, let it echo through the skies (Zim, Zim)
From porchlight prayers to spotlight fights
We spin the dark to daylight, we claim our rights (Zim)
Zimba on the map — we don't play, we rise (Zim)
Bridge (soaring vocal run, melodic):
Hold the line — inhale, exhale, feel the wire burn
Turn the hurt into a verse, the lesson in return
Mentor said, "Boy, lace your shoes, walk through the flame"
Now my voice a torch, my scars a map with your name
(bridge ad-lib: Zim—Zim) (vocal run over strings)
Verse 3 (punchlines, identity details):
Took a cold look at the mirror, found a soldier, not a victim
Wrote a contract on the back of receipts, said "I’m with 'em"
The block knows my cadence — corner kids mimic rhythm
Scorpz on the beat, MR Zimba on the mission (tag)
I flip loss to lessons, petty to potential, hustle to method
Raised by the grind, baptized by the night, crowned by the vetting
Line the skyline with our names, let the town remember this
From porchlight to stage lights — we the voice, we the evidence
(Final Chorus — biggest, all ad-libs, full band feel):
Zimba on the map — we don't play, we rise (Zim, Zim)
Shout it from rooftops till the cityify the sky (Zim, Zim)
From porchlight p
