(Yeah, yeah!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(word!)
[verse]
(its the) Rap assassin
Putting bodies on the yellow stretcher (Stretcher!)
I’m a veteran but somehow I’m only getting better (Better!)
So dynamic
Multi-syllabic puzzle completist
Aka The Zilla, "Mr. mother fucking genius"
I’m your excellence
Shitting on beats
Flushing residue of the evidence
Street niggas shining
While Im in display of the elegance
Who competing's irrelevant
Nobody’s better
Fathering rappers
Im home, Niggas get it together
Drop a dime, you hear it Echo, place your bets and toss the quarter
Trippy Rick and morty while my money looking brick and mortar
(Woo!)
Justgorilla making glue out of you horses
While the time and logic, gravity, divorces from your body your choices are slim to none, Bruh
Under influence?
I’m off the money shot
Talking bout my pot, so fuck the bun you got
I blow the spot on regular basis
Melting the face of complacents [?]
So it don’t matter what your race is
Finger to racists
[Chorus]
Basically hating
Something’s off
Nothing’s right about it
Claiming supremacy
Never buy it
I truly doubt
Y’all really hating
Somethings off
Nothing’s right about it
Claiming that all lives matter
But y’all ain’t really bout it
Y’all claim that all lives matter, but y’all ain’t really bout it
It's only problems when a nigga shout it
Forget the system, cause y’all hating
Somethings off and nothing’s right about it
Now hear me write, it’s time to fight about it
Zilla
(Yeah, yeah)
It’s time to fight about it!
(word, word, word!)
Take my time and i'ma write up out it