The First Order of Business (prod by Griff)

from by Zilla Rocca

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Make a heartbreak record, get some sympathy ass
George Harrison--eventually, it'll pass
Sippin spider cider, writer no grafitti name
You ain't the champ, you just eating up some Wheaties mane
You can't make it when the Garden's in the building
Beg your pardon, I'm the villain, here's my card, I am killing
Any and every single beat Griff sends to me
This is Philly, RhymeCity is just up the street
Up the ante with my extended family
Barring injury Like Amare you can't bang with me
Kiss kiss bang bang chop your fingers and thangs
You get cut like bitches with bangs, get 'em
I don't know, I'm kinda chillin like a Coke bottle
At a barbeque, barbaric, don't start with me
Rev it up for the Zilla Rocca Motocross
All aboard, all involved, oh my god, I'm the boss

[Hook]
The first order of business, better leave while you can
Hang around you're finished
ZR puts it down, no kidding
So save your excuses for someone who gives a shit
The first order of business, better leave while you can
Hang around you're finished
ZR puts it down, no kidding
So save your excuses for someone who gives a shit

And they say South Philly
Everybody wanna rhyme, bottomline, clowns kill me
Not the horror movie, horrible because you're booty
Bada boom, bada bing, bottomline, SP King
Bruce Campbell versus Army of Dark
I'm like 300 Spartans who's killing it smart
Frank Miller Zilla Year One, here I come
The Dark Knight with a beergut, I fear none
So how you wanna take it? All in the name of rap
I get paid on Thursdays so Fridays fall back
When I make it to the top you're gonna love it
Like Krispy Kremes out the oven, it gets sticky cousin
Griff's on percussion, I'm on the micro
You're a text message filled with stupid ass typos
Garbage in, garbage out
Don't get comfy motherfucker make the carpet your couch
Handle that

[Hook]
The first order of business, better leave while you can
Hang around you're finished
ZR puts it down, no kidding
So save your excuses for someone who gives a shit
The first order of business, better leave while you can
Hang around you're finished
ZR puts it down, no kidding
So save your excuses for someone who gives a shit


This was the worst year of my life
I salvaged it before I flipped like houses, kid
Save me the song and dance
You can't walk in my shoes or skip along in my pants
You can't breakthrough when you're average
And the bullshit you feed me, it don't taste like carrots
The same routine like a parrot
The fact I'm never wrong really makes you feel embarassed
This ain't The You Show, you too slow
To attend your own funeral, much less dig a hole
This ain't an 80's movie, do me a favor
Settle down, you'll be 30 years old playing a teenager

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

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Zilla Rocca, the bottle breaker, corner store crusher, dime store detective, pulp fiction sage, comic book kingpin, the noir-hop creator.

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