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