Nada (prod by Alex Wood) feat Nex Millen

from by Zilla Rocca

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Step in with some dunks and a polo
Watching Dodgeball on the Ocho
All women, mix it up like Joey Orso
Tear down the stage but hold down the fort, so
Don’t go to-towards the cage, miss
My f-flow is so-so apeshit
Bang the box, can’t hang on my jock
I’ll toss you inside a graveyard, it won’t be Koch
BOW! Bauer’s back with a bomb and a miss-ile
Get wise, get live, g-get wild
Yesterday is gone, today’s fading out
So I’ll make it rain until I’m in a paper drought
Put it down like Tony Sopran
You’re Vito Spatfore, more bologna and ham
Now back to the program, man my slo-gan
Is shake hands with danger, BANGER!

[Hook]
Who steps to this man with a plan? Nada
How many raise their hands at your jam? Nada
Damn thing you can tell me, who’s hotter
Zip, zero, ziltch, got it?

Who’s hotter, I don’t know, not you though
You are sweeter, your nose bleeds fructose
Few know a damn thing about me
That’s alright, cause I don’t give a damn about you
I don’t watch Family Court or the Family Feud
But my Beat Garden Family will hammer you
Damage you, mangle you, star spangle you
Better make sure your throat is strangle proof
I’m James Brown with the band in the booth
The First MC, shit I do what I choose
Move how you move, what up S-O
What up Nico, what up Big O, whoa
Settle down this ain’t wrestling pal
I’m sick of old heads trying to dress like a child
I wanna be smarter, wiser, older
Sip fine wine with dimes, not soder

[Hook]
Who steps to this man with a plan? Nada
How many raise their hands at your jam? Nada
Damn thing you can tell me, who’s hotter
Zip, zero, ziltch, got it?

So you got me now? Damn I hope so
CIA emcee, big money, low pro
Don’t choke on the smoke we emote
The Zodiac code flow, murder he wrote
Hands on the wheel while her hands on me
Use the headset girl, go hands free
Hand me the golden goblet, god bless
I’m conscious about small brain and large breasts
Don’t talk to the man if you’re boring
Lames come in waves, when it rains it’s pouring
I’m at the breaking point, it’s getting too hot
In Philadelphia, shoot bricks or they shoot cops
Me, I’m Zilla Roc, the quiet mountain man
From the days when albums were all fire, man

[Hook]
Who steps to this man with a plan? Nada
How many raise their hands at your jam? Nada
Damn thing you can tell me, who’s hotter
Zip, zero, ziltch, got it?

credits

from Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca, released September 28, 2008

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