[Verse - Zin-Zeta]

First off, shout out to Kendrick Lamar

I swear, that ^!$$% there must have the largest set of two balls
Cause everyone and their mother from all over the U.S.
Are hanging on to them pubescent balls like it's the law or something

And shouts to Joell for trying to rip him
The sh*t was going somewhere 'til his ADHD kicked in
But, listen cause Zin is about to spit some sh*t in a minute

And instantly end debates on which lyricist is the illest
Just sit back and witness this rap-religious cat diminish
This man who dead-ass attempted to get at me and my family's business.


F*ck Flex dropping a bomb once I get on
Cause he be hopping on any popular artist's song

Even if there's garbage or nonsensical content on it
Meanwhile, Electronica's bars be flying beyond their targets
But, let's be honest - honesty's not what they want

They just want a syllabus filled with syllables full of puns at the end of the sentence
Little criminals with some guns licking off at the entrance
Aiming at the innocent sons who've yet to learn the difference

Between an expert, a sharpshooter and a marksman
All ^!$$%s see is that large Ruger rifle
They catch an eyeful of that delightful

Equipment and order their own shipment of Type-2s

Still no bombs, huh?

I can only $$#ume I'm either whack or rapping in a room full of blondes
Dumber than a door knob, but !@^%s slob when you switch it up
Call the Type-2 "The Ratchet" and watch them pick it up.

But, f*ck the calm sh*t, ^!$$%s want me to bring him up
... So, I'mma bring him up


Now, I respect you K-Dot, but you did some sucka sh*t
You mentioned mad bum-ass rappers you know you f*cking with
A handful of average rappers known for sayin' nothing

Right after gaggin' the sacks of your masters
You know they're lovin' it
But...

There're a few names I ain't hear you say
You ain't seem too eager to mention Kanye or Lupe
Quick to mention Tyler, but you couldn't mention Earl or Hopsin?

Isn't this something you'd want Tech N9ne involved in?

You strategically chose to go up the mainstream road .

And swerve past the landmines in manholes who would explode
At the chance to respond, so I'mma answer you, don
I've never ran from the comp' and I don't be plan to be startin' now

Wow...
Look at how proud this watered-down
Andre Three Thousand has gotten from poppin' off at the mouth

Don't get ahead of yourself, ^!$$%. That'd be your mistake
And keep all them verses subliminal like Hov' and Drake
Don't be saying you're the best, cause if that's what you claim

I'll remind you that Wayne said that same crap back in the day
And JAY? . . . well, Jay got flamed . . two . times . . .
Burned . by Em' and scorched by that dude . Nas

But hold up. You also roasted that boy, Kendrick
So, why on Earth would that be somethin' you'd neglect to mention?
Don't go on a rant just to go halfway

If you're the king of New York, ^!$$%, then blast Jay
If you're the king of anything your head should be bumping T.I.'s -
A general's. But, you're a plain Jane - a f*ckin' G.I.

Stepping out of place
Coming our your face
Everybody catches hommies and everybody's been bodied

Relax
Everybody's gassed off of that track
While I'm listening like, "this is just another ''Til I Collapse'.

Relax.