BBOY ZERO - KOMODO (feat. G. Yee)

Zero I'm the hero but I ain't got no cape
And I'm tying up my enemies in ropes of escape
Getting straight into the record, it's more than a tape
Been creating material to last for the ages
(Perfect) Yeah I'm perfect, high score on this machine
Insert coin for something you've never seen before
I got a heart full of gold and my pockets soul silver
I'm tryna create with no filter
I'm tip, tip, tiptoeing in the meadow
Shift into gear, always carry solid metal
Drip, drip on my neck and in my headphones
These producers sound the same, like an echo (Echo)
Like the dolphin in the sun
I got fantasies of her and I, we always on the run
To the LOVE ARCADE, we just dominate the cabinets
But now I'm stuck daydreaming and imagining
Getting high off the ash, rising up like a phoenix
Anybody seen Zach? The furthest thing from a genius
Always playing them games, I think they rotted his brain
Meanwhile they sit in a cubicle go to bed and complain
About their life like it wasn't their's
I been through too many battles and my mental shows wear and tear
I'm on a mission now, bringing only heat
When I speak out and when I'm on the beat
And when I'm on the beat I'm killing that
Check the web bruh, don't get it twisted imma Spinarak
Been doing numbers from Mt. Coronet to Gible Dance
These Cubone rappers are just a little wack
You midgets cap I'm flipping hats to sitting back
So you getting smacked in fucking battles, kid is ash
When I grip the mac you split in half this isn't fractions
Don't give a damn, my written's banned it hitting massive
The mac's global, that's NatGeo
Komodo it's G. Yee back to eat with my man ZERO
Couldn't match with me I'm way above your sad Elo
Ball so stupid on 'em, spraying like Mac Lethal
Get it? Mac Lethal is bad people
My raps be so crazy that the words I type could turn my mac lethal
They ask me for the badge before the damn leader
Crazy how the cap flow hot like Voclanion
My raps be on point for damn eons
Latias jet, that's stealth like Kecleon
These rapping ass peons stay bragging, man be honest
Half of y'all sick, you rappers stan Elon
Scamming ass punks
GameFreak flopped, that Rabbit can't jump
The fact is that's up I've had it, pack up
Your raps against ours? Y'all trash and can't touch

Written by:
Garrett Yee, Zach Clar

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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