This our year, our time, our day Beat Garden, no games, this ain't no arcade I arson page with awesome bars from my brain Awfully on point, off you from long rain Often blaze, Rescue Me Tommy I'm bored with the business my cash is oragami The money folds, I keep keep on Clean Guns Said Goodnight, no song to sleep on I'm the sureshot, Nico's the Beast ASK? got beat, Triple Nickels brings heat yeah I used to pity you creeps, you're not special John Candy Uncle Buckshot hot metal The top petal off of the rose, man This lapdance is half assed off with your clothes I'm oft in the Zone like Twilight Dog, the SP King no High Times or High Life The highlight of the Lizard Lounge Session Flexing, etched in stone, no correction Limelight got the Best of You like compilations You injured on the grind? No compensation I lost my place dammit--cut the line These cats turn Dracula trying to duck our shine [Hook] Bring me the head of Zilla Rocca "The past, present, the future--proper" (Jay-Z sample)

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

"This is Mister Illa, the flow Godzilla, shout out to Philly and the fuckin Flow God Zilla"--Mally sample Motherfuckers can't hold this Zilla Rocca's in the spot and you're all on notice No curve, every word is explosive And you all get an A for atrocious Heatwave the lame who's closest Speak to myself like hyp-hyp-nosis Give me a Triple Horse I'm coating This ain't the business for you to stick your nose in I shine but you're so dim I'm the part of the water where the sharks don't swim The law of the land, the rules don't bend Your jaw hit my hand, fools rush in To get it now, write it down, spell it out No one buys shit so fuck you I'm selling out You got 2 choices, I'm not playing I would take you out but I can't keep hell waiting [Hook] "Zilla!" "Zilla!" "Zilla!" "Zilla!" Umm that's me bitches "Zilla!" "Zilla!" "Zilla!" "Zilla!" Rock rock on and on, rock rock on and on He insists on eating crystals, cleaning pistols, even Stephen freak official Reaching steamy women, heat seeking missiles Where is it going, I'm flowing with no procussion Sentences is vengence, I'm not seeking justice I'm laughing cause I'm crying inside No fights since '97, a little violence is fine (all in the) All in the name of love Alot on my plate now, clean it up, I'm done (ugh) Rock the heavy bass, Rick Rubin's son You won a couple battles but the winner loses none Fifty groupies, I can only choose one Tell the other forty-nine not to get their hair done This ain't a jam about all that next shit This is tailor made for my taste like Netflix Z-I-double struggles with impressions I just make shit motherfuckers are impressed with

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?

Yo my cup runneth over with substance I dice up the rhyme, break bread on production You’re nothing, a hole in a penny, a dried well A priest touching boys while clutching his bi-ble Why spell relief with a capital R I’ve bake too many poptarts trying to act hard Sizzle up the gumbo, sautee the game My work day is d-day, my off day is flames Throw paint on the canvas, make sense later I realize cats are wallpaper by nature The crown molding is now smoking I’m now holding the cards, you better double-down soldier O got my back is the case of attack Dom’s my right hand and we go way back To the days of bigwheels and wiffle ball money And if you struck his ass out, then your nose got bloody Funny, we played sports and didn’t play the corner Our friends went EA or DA, in the game or a goner Law & Order The law’s everywhere, it’s been here long before you Guantanamo carnival, no rights or lawyers I make no money yet I pay their employers To duct tape flesh and leave skin tortured Not your birthday but look what war bought you Aight, no more conscious shit, y’all hate that But pain tends to stick on my brain like a wavecap Play that role, play our jam tonight The Rap Jack Bauer, give that man a mic Give that a man a hand, he sculpted the pavement He loaned out his flow and charged late payments And made a covenant with folks with King David And gave away the throne, they know he spits sacred Hear ye, I clean out my closet yearly Used to watch the Box, Asshole by Dennis Leary My favorite song, now I’m the wayward son I’m lonely, horny and I’m afraid of love You feel the same but you raise a gun You insecure motherfuckers wears shades at night Jerk-off, that didn’t even rhyme, it’s ok You insure your grills on a co-pay No way, I got some money coming every other Thursday And every year after from the tracks and the wordplay This is how I pass the time and relax my mind Forget to pay Cingular, I’ll call you after 9 Or maybe I’ll catch you on the way down the road You’ll pat me on the back, and this song you will quote You’ll know what I’m about and how I got there Until then, I’m just a lost dude walking in the crosshairs

What you afraid of, you’re 32 with fly makeup With you I wanna lie and wake up, so what’s new Curly Sue I picked you up like a paystub Applejuice was the safe word when we played rough I can’t forget it, a scene that I can’t edit You had me Charlie Sheen reckless You hurt me, it felt sickening You gave me chicken con quesos and conniptions In that order, now I’ll order something else at the front door I want more like Rush Hour 2 or maybe Rushmore We explored each other several times Hand lotions, chains and whips, my favorite shhh Hard to say goodbye, hard am I Hardly heartbroken, like Harvey Dent, here’s my token When my wallet wasn’t open, you stayed in At least we always practice safe sin [Hook] I never loved HER, I never loved HER I tried and tried but I could never love HER I never loved HER, I never loved HER I tried and tried but I could never love HER Keep turning my screws, keep learning the blues I get paid and you on like news Never at hotels, always in your room Them cocaine lightbulbs that always break a fuse Your perfume pulls on my Achilles But I’m the network, you’re an affil-iate Don’t get wrong, we still can click But only if I’m feinding for some guilty shit [Hook] I never loved HER, I never loved HER I tried and tried but I could never love HER I never loved HER, I never loved HER I tried and tried but I could never love HER [Outro] I still want you baby, want you baby yeah I still want you baby, want you baby yeah Ring your bell, look you up when I’m in town My heartbeat’s picking up, now slow it down