[Introduction: MC Zappa] Yo, what up? It's MC Zappa. You know what? I’m 'bout to show all these suckas some real old-school freestylin'. Yo man, why don’t you hit them drums one time?(Okay!!)[Verse 1: MC Zappa]A gamer wit' his finger on the trigger and the button
Never followin' rules; neither a sheep nor a muttonAlways got a grip like a 6-4 controller
Livin' on the road, but his name ain't MottolaNot much known about him; very mysterious
Only known that, he takes rhyme seriousHotter than Charizard, boy, ya boy
Call him Swift, 'cuz he's a risin' star, boyNever forcin’ the rhyme, ’cuz that, of course, is a crime
Also vegetarian; never eat pork or the swineMore than meets the eye; a beast; a guy
Incomprehensible; it takes weeks to try
Known to punish suckas, and break 'em off
Yo, and if you’re on the jock, you'll be shaken offSteady drummin' it up like on the 808
There'll be no delayin’; you're sayin' "wait, oh wait"For sucka MCs, yeah, there ain't no hope
And why do I say this? 'Cuz the boy is DOPE!And I am the one, that's bein' referred to
Get in my way, and I'll forced to hurt youThe dopest writer of them all; I'll fight 'em all
I swing my rhymes like I swing a chain and iron ballMore rhymes then there are games for the Famicom
If there's a spot at the top, man oh man it's mineBut a book of dope rhymes not enough promotion
To spread and get in listener's skin like lotionA lot of truly dope rappers out there; you know this
But how many suckas out there really show this?Don't touch the mic unless you wanna be zapped
'Cuz it's still electric from when Zappa rapped
When I'm rockin' the mic, there'll be no jockin' my rhymes
'Cuz yo, you gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mineA flash of steel, and then I'm gone before you know it
Flawless getaway; execution; never blow itI'm quick like a fox, but not 20th Century
Scare the crap outta suckas, and give 'em dysenteryWhen you hear the sound of The Champ, yeah, that's me
Can't catch me, pass me, or even match meIf you come in my face, I'll grind you to mincemeat
And by the way, ask ya girl if she miss meRippin' long; rippin' strong like SilvaGunner
I'm a marathon man; a gilded runnerCrazy rabid badger when I'm rappin'; up and at 'em
Not the first legendary rapper, so don't you call me AdamDon't you know I got everybody bumpin' me?
I'm a conglomerate; you're just a companyI give my all; I put my foot in
I'm bad; you know this, but I put much good in
I bust my rhymes like I'm bustin' a gut
Laughin' at you, fool, 'cuz you're stuck in a rutTryna match the Zappa? That's not happenin'
For you, it can only be a bad endin'Got the right stuff, but I'm not Kids On The Block
My own personality; rid of the flockI gotta have individuality
So I don't care if you snitch or rat on meUninterested in the latest trends
And this is the way that this rap endsKeep your ears, eyes open for more mix
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