[Verse 1: Zero]
Absolute zero, n***a I am so cold
Body all these other wack rappers cause they lack soul
If you got a tight flow trade mark it
Rappers be as real as those J's in the flea market
All these rappers who lack swag, and rap bad
Don't get mad, I'm just filling up the glad
Trash, I lack swag says the chatter
Side effect sick n***a with a flow badder
All these songs about fly clothes and fake hoes
Getting O's and stacking all of your bank roll
Even then all these wolf n***as bite flows
n***as ain't saying sh** ( but it bump though)
Dark skinned n***a but his flow so delightful
Flow so heavenly you ad it to your bibles
Side effects might include n***as act trifle
World play hurts drop t spit riffles
[Hook: Black Tarzan]
You must think that we don't listen
But we all this f**ing noise, noise
Please take the bullsh** back to the dawing board x 3
We gon fill up your disk changer with some bangers
[Verse 2: Blak Iron]
Everybody wanna rap, but they lacking the sk**
Go back and practice cause you slacking at what I'm writing at will
I k** rappers for thrills and you just trying to get by
In actuality you n***as trying to match my fly
My punctuality is why your girlfriend in my ride
Spitting fatalities I'll uppercut these raps through your mind
Just relax and recline, let me take it from here
If you got the best verse of the month, I got the best of the year
I'm talking my Flows are better My Shows are better
My girls get wetter. Insert a cliche for sweaters here
Cause I'm hotter than a metaphor about clothes
Living large amongst my foes
Take them trash raps back talking foreclose
I'm so cold leave the track froze
Kidnap a wack rapper leave his verse missing
Now you got more room for Blak Iron in your systems
You must think that we don't listen
[Hook]