PAPA Z — HIT ’EM UP The Brantford Betrayal [INTRO — VINYL CRACKLE / SINISTER PIANO] [Low distorted bass, distant thunder] [DJ SCRATCH: “PAPA—PAPA—Z!”] [Deep, raspy voice] Brantford, Ontario… Five-one-nine… They called me a con man? A cheap-ass hustler? At the mosque, of all places? Heh… You picked the wrong brown boy. PAPA Z! [BOOM-BAP BEAT SLAMS IN] [HOOK — AGGRESSIVE / GANG VOCALS] Hit ’em up! Hit ’em up! Papa Z! Big Pakistani king from the five-one-nine streets! Hit ’em up! Hit ‘em up! Can’t touch me! Talk behind my back, now you’re facing the king! Blood on the beat, got revenge in my speech, You can run your mouth, but my name’s out of reach! Hit ’em up! Hit ’em up! Papa Z! Brantford made a monster, now the monster’s off the leash! [SCRATCH-SCRATCH — “PAPA Z!”] [VERSE 1 — THE BETRAYAL] Walked in the mosque with respect in my chest, Thought you were my brother, man, I wished you the best. Shook my damn hand, then you stabbed me with lies, Called me a con man while you smiled in my eyes. Cheap-ass? Con man? Who the fuck are you? Spreading little rumors like a coward would do. Talking all that shit, but your story ain’t true, Now the whole damn town sees the snake in you. [DING!] You tried to intimidate me, brought your whole damn crew, Five loud mouths, but there wasn’t one true. Thought I’d bow my head, thought I’d follow your plan, But you can’t intimidate a self-made man! Remember that slap? Yeah, I remember that day, All that big talk disappeared away. You tried to break my name, tried to take my pride, But the truth’s got a way of turning every tide. [DJ SCRATCH: “BETRAYAL!”] [PRE-HOOK — DRUMS CUT / BASS ONLY] You thought I was weak? You thought I’d fall? You had your little crew, I stood ten feet tall. You brought your lies, I brought the proof, Now every bar I spit Gonna tear through your roof! [BEAT DROP] [HOOK] Hit ’em up! Hit ’em up! Papa Z! Big Pakistani king from the five-one-nine streets! Hit ’em up! Hit ‘em up! Can’t touch me! Talk behind my back, now you’re facing the king! Blood on the beat, got revenge in my speech, You can run your mouth, but my name’s out of reach! Hit ’em up! Hit ’em up! Papa Z! Brantford made a monster, now the monster’s off the leash! [VERSE 2 — KING OF BRANTFORD] Karachi to Canada, came across the sea, Cold nights in Brantford made a warrior of me. Had nothing in my pocket but a dream and a name, Now Papa Z standing while you’re drowning in shame. Five-one-nine, yeah, that’s where I was raised, Hard times turned my hunger into fuel for the flame. You were plotting in the shadows while I built my throne, Now the Pakistani king stands tall on his own. [BEAT SWITCH — HARDER DRUMS] You ain’t a gangster, you’re a gossip in disguise, Throwing stones at my name while you’re hiding behind lies. Bitch-ass talking like you run this town, Funny how your voice gets quiet when the king comes around. You wanted intimidation? I gave you no fear, You wanted confrontation? My message is clear. You can keep your little stories, keep your fake-ass crew, I’m the one still rising while the joke’s on you. [SCRATCH — “WHO’S THE KING?”] PAPA Z! [BRIDGE — HAUNTING PIANO / SPOKEN WORD] [Beat stops] You know what betrayal teaches you? Never confuse a handshake… With loyalty. Never confuse a loud mouth… With power. And never mistake kindness… For weakness. [Whisper] You wanted blood? Every line of this record bleeds the truth. [SNARE ROLL] [FINAL HOOK — DOUBLE VOCALS] HIT ’EM UP! HIT ’EM UP! PAPA Z! Big Pakistani king from the five-one-nine streets! HIT ’EM UP! HIT ‘EM UP! CAN’T TOUCH ME! You betrayed the wrong man, now the whole town sees! Blood on the beat, truth in the streets, Every lie you told coming back on repeat! HIT ’EM UP! HIT ’EM UP! PAPA Z! You can never take the crown from the Brantford king! [DJ SCRATCH-SCRATCH-SCRATCH] [OUTRO — DARK PIANO] [Deep voice] You called me cheap… You called me a con man… You brought your crew… But you couldn’t bring the truth. [Long pause] Five-one-nine. Karachi blood. Brantford soul. PAPA Z. [DJ SCRATCH: “KING—KING—KING!”] [HARD STOP]
