Zilla Complex

Cos' we done this befo'
And we been there fo' sho'
But still we instillin' projects
That next Zilla Complex
We got y'all subjects
Necks boppin' full flex
We ain't even phazed
Cos yo' crew ain't got shit
Thought y'all comin' with that raw shit
Naw, but that's not it
Thinkin' y'all forgot it's the Zilla Complex
That be droppin' that hot shit

Two man come from Commonwealth
Not that it matters
DTE into something else
Zilla let loose like a two-headed lizard
One mouth eat as my other mouth speak
Fire darts at a wizard
Froze dead by the blizzard in the cold of the night
I be the tall dark figure
Sharp as some scissors
Snippin' any that flex
Got T-Rex on a mudda don't know best
Fuck any chattin' this the rappin' and it's happenin'
Get your hands clappin'
Came to the slap with my bretheren
King A the coast gold repertoire ghost
Maniac on a mic we came to spread you on our toast like
Man's got the art to finish from the start
I bring the funk came to rip this shit apart, bruv
We bring the eye love
Genuinely fly, cuz
Watch as we bend space time when we take off

Cos' we done this befo'
And we been there fo' sho'
But still we instillin' projects
That next Zilla Complex
We got y'all subjects
Necks boppin' full flex
We ain't even phazed
Cos yo' crew ain't got shit
Thought y'all comin' with that raw shit
Naw, but that's not it
Thinkin' y'all forgot it's the Zilla Complex
That be droppin' that hot shit

We came to bury ya
Hairier, than a Scottish terrier
On that TP brand
Scarier than the language barrier
Between a back-pack and a package
Prime-time on yo' TV stands
Reprimand yo' contraband
Underdog with the underhand
I can't quite understand
Turn Alice's Wonderland into a fabulous wasteland
With more ineffectiveness than Evlis' Graceland
More than Abel to apply pressure
To your pelvis like we Kain's championship wasteband
Zilla Complex
Exceeding that supply and demand
But on the other hand
It's hard to come at us with an upper-hand
Can't even count how many there's been a recount
Raise one's hand on the witness stand
But still we keep on flexin' like a rubber band

We ain't even phazed
Cos yo' crew ain't got shit
Thought y'all comin' with that raw shit
Naw, but that's not it
Thinkin' y'all forgot it's the Zilla Complex
That be droppin' that hot shit

We ain't even phazed
Cos yo' crew ain't got shit
Thought y'all comin' with that raw shit
Naw, but that's not it
Thinkin' y'all forgot it's the Zilla Complex
That be droppin' that hot shit



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Combs
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