Planet Zero (ft. WEALTHMASTA, MC...
• Written by Coindrop • Featuring MC-Backwardz-R and WEALTHMASTA
//MC-Backwards 0:34 - 0:56
Get banned for gory lyrics? Then i'll get to pourin' spirits,
Paint this bitch floor to ceiling, with bodies, can't give my story limits,
I spit in calligraphy, like a classic symphony, with class and similes,
bitches think they killin' me, back off the beef with me, Bach on the beat with me,
If I let this beast inside of me, out of me, it would empower me, to tower 'bove balconies!
those who doubted me get powdered, so cower 'neath, I scour towers, devour beef,
cause shower scenes hourly, blow up planets, manic, space-bound to be,
countin' sheep, not asleep, delete deities, with flows that part the sea!
//WEALTHMASTA 0:57 - 2:04
Alright, yeah, I’m swimmin’ in cash, bitch
Call me Hailey Welch the way I’m spitting with passion
We the kings and the captains of this rippity rap shit
Yet all these haters wanna make it seem like I’m lackin’
Tryna paint me in a bad light, bitches be throwing shade yo
Testing me, but I passed with flying colors, like a rainbow
And you better not call me a homosexual, I ain’t, bro
Because I rip apart this game, man, but I don’t Play-Doh
Saying I’m offensive, then step to me you ugly rat
Think you gonna pass me, well I’ll have you running back
Like that one time when I got played by an opp
So I did some research and then I located his mom
Then I pulled up to her place, cause like I’m taking my shot
Ended up fucking her brains out, call it banging a thot
Yeah, nobody is iller, name a rapper, I’m probably sicker,
They call me a killer the way I always body contenders
From gods to beginners, I whoop bums who are wannabe spitters
Or washed up and bitter, like fucking candy bars I just snicker
Cause I’m on top of the game, just analyze the numbers
And I’m Galactus in this bitch, I gotta satisfy my hunger
I grab some mayo and ketchup and some tomatoes and lettuce
And some potatos, I get em and then I bake em with freshness
Alright let’s taste some perfection and get the tables all set up
Cause that’s a plate full of heaven, that shit was made with affection
//Coindrop 2:05 - 3:12
Soon I'll have producers know me,
Who knows what the future holds, be-
Fore you new losers had showed,
We used this humor with our homies,
Viewed the music as the coping,
Now you look, you see some lonely
Phonies with computers, phones, these
Rumors brewing like some cold tea;
Boomers blew up like that zombie,
Shooting schools ain't cool, but don't be
Moving like recruiters, trolling
Cuz you exclude your groups provoking
Dudes like Tewsly, keep on flowing,
Whoops, I've spewed too much, exposing
Bullshit, proved it too good, while smoking
So much that Medusa couldn't stone me;
Coughing, evolving, my allergies wait upon me,
So like a predator, imma just have to take off Spring,
Jump off springboards from the way I hop on beats,
And I'll run that shit while naked, you can say I'm on a streak;
I go beast mode from the sun, the heat stroke fucked me up,
Ze-ro, you're below me, since you're not the one,
I'll treat your dawgs after a walk near the street
Who died and made you king? Where is there a seat?;
They say let go of the past but bitch I've now concealed it,
You're the boss? Then I'll call out, I'm the one who's real sick,
Switched to go all out in motion, blackout with a real flick,
I mean in motion with a snap like tryna do a heel kick;
The reason you don't like me is cuz you can't be like me,
And I would say "bitch, bite me" but you did it in your rhyming,
Despite these real fights we are diamonds in the sky,
Oh, and so are you... when you're tryna fly a kite; (HA!)
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Coindrop
Member since June 1 2022