Z hit the scene like he own the place He on the mic nerdrockin' like it always been the case Pack the house, keep it poppin' Give the world a taste Til we runnin' out of inventory space Snare hit - go! Call to arms! Excite Bike Bass Arpeggiators on You got the samples, bend the tone Like Lionel Richie we goin' all night long If you want, you can have it Call it skill or force of habit With the music gettin' juicy You can almost reach and grab it Girls bounce along to that rhythm and wrong Wii never gettin' fit if we never get it on Got a potion of love that I'm lookin' to quaff And if you hoppin' on this train then I wanna get off Gonna force push it down your throat like Rent Force pull it til all my midi-chlorians are spent Show me the rope (you know what I mean) Extended edition, deleted scenes All that stuff in the theaters you weren't allowed to see Alternate endings, bonus feats Jack Dewey in hand as we cut to the chase Z bring the party, now DJ blast that bass (Blast that bass) Zilla, he up the game with a modicum of class Who make the beats? Like you have to ask We got Willennium sound with that 8-bit groove Results are in and your mom approved Of that spit-to-hit ratio, bringin' it back With a style they try to copy/pasta Outspoken, not outmatched They try to tell me nerdcore never gonna last Well don't compare me to the other trash Got beats so thick, keep you fed for days With a tongue so quick, bound to amaze Lyrics droppin' faster than the stock exchange We play the name-drop game Show the people in the back of our heads Made a steady decision Derive a change from the oldschool, make the transition To plans that would cause upstart In addition Simultaneous dated and loved, like ColecoVision Show a little love! This is the start of Something that you could be another part of People in awe of While those that sat in unrepentant previous judgement Wonder where the meter indicating what's cool went Your glass is empty, we be fillin' it up With the volume that we bring You gonna need a bigger cup We got verse polysyllabic paired with that nerdcore flow When Z get on the mic he outta control Pause for refrain Simmer down again Blast that bass and bubble it up for the win (Blast that bass) Zilla, he up the game with a modicum of class Who make the beats? Like you have to ask We got Willennium sound with that 8-bit groove Results are in and your mom approved Of that spit-to-hit ratio, bringin' it back With a style they try to copy/pasta Outspoken, not outmatched They try to tell me nerdcore never gonna last Well don't compare me to the other trash 8-bit Bass and a nerdcore flow Dewey and Jack and he ready to go ThinkTank via Makeshift Machine It's not about the loot - it's about the XP 8-bit Bass and a nerdcore flow Dewey and Jack and he ready to go ThinkTank via Makeshift Machine It's not about the loot - it's about the XP

boxin' out another beat it's like a looping part of me's suggesting to the other me that we could make a solid team a quartet makin' revelry it feels so elementary things aren't always what they seem it wasn't always meant to be good God, what a dream! the kind where you could swear it on your merit it was not a fabrication but reality guessin' as I vocally flex whether you be hearin' double or bereft of effects it's an alchemy, a science (which was never my forte) the balance of the bass around verbacular wordplay so hated among the elite and/or stunning elated cuz fate showed another thing coming i was under duress was an easy suppress had no streamline hell of irrelevance and i'd string things similes, comparitives this is like the other thing better than the other noun lyrical mangling can't be a nerd if you can't fit the guidelines GPA crashburn sittin' on the sidelines all the others quotin' Battlestar and Who flippin' cards, loved to play but academically a fool cuz i'm a joker in the classroom! social life is level five doomed shift to 40k, passin' out from paint fumes chokin' on the spume Zilla go boom! now's the time to show 'em how my awesomeness consumes if I said I could move you wouldn't think so see me now, front and center watch me as my body rolls role play playin' roles you the bridge and I'm the troll EZ Pass, pay the toll move so funny make you LOL gyrate isolate catalyst like chemicals activate raise the rate exponential status state here I step up to the plate hope my mic don't get delayed hear what I said? i'm ampin' up the game i got it, that's the reason i got your girl believin' that this young kid with the goggles got it, shifting with the season it's my position, even i go and plant the seed and before you know it i'm controlling how you move your feet and i promise when I'm leadin' i'll figure how you're feelin' we gonna' elevate like elevators leave the street and you fight for what we're feeding don't long for what we're leavin' we round 'em up and then we show them how to send 'em reeling we're always trying to be something we want to achieve i find it hard to believe that settling's too good to leave we'll part the oceans and seas convert the subject to steam we're always trying to be anything and everything we want to achieve i remember years checkin' inventory unskippable story, imploring you to complete mundane tasks or duties that you'd otherwise shoot down if you didn't have the love in your eyes preference given to a CD ROM over textbooks math tests all went wrong discovered my affinity for all things geek we're callin' the new look the gamer chic i got it that's the reason i got your girl believin' that this young kid with the goggles got it, shifting with the season it's my position, even i go and plant the seed and before you know it i'm controlling how you move your feet and i promise when I'm leadin' i'll figure how you're feelin' we gonna' elevate like elevators leave the street and you fight for what we're feeding don't long for what we're leavin' we round 'em up and then we show them how to send 'em reeling Sip it down Drink it slow This is where we want to go Sip it down Drink it slow This is where we want to go Pulse, wave Double V This is where we want to be Pulse, wave Double V This is where we want to be

Flip through the radio Everything's the same And I can't comprehend Or begin to explain How these sounds all homogenize With different names But the Think Tank be drivin' In a different lane Y'see, Zilla and Check We all up in this piece All glittered and greased Like a nerdcore beast Movin' rhymes around to that synthesized sound Feel that Last Boss Bass thumpathumpa the ground Once you hear our flow you won't go too far Cuz our crossfire comma you'll get caught up the ID BEHOLD we, What do you see? That the way you feel Is gonna' gimme' the energy Let me out Unleashed Squeezing syllables and rhymes By the skin of our teeth It's like you didn't even ask And we doubled the beef Swords outta the sheath Like Check is hittin' on a lady givin him grief But then, I suppose that's how it goes Zero for the ThinkTank - two for the hoes It's alright, give it time When the Cher-toned style Hits a steady decline We bounce back Givin' it up? Never, we cry We gonna' up the frag count Til' we rez or we die We drop the VG refs Punch codes, retrace our steps 200 point six percent Special ending to those Who settle only for the best Check? - "Zilla?" - What? - "No you asked me first!" Every time I look around it gets a little bit worse It's like I'm lookin' at the winners But except in reverse These suckas always start to fumble when they Droppin' the verse Is it me, or has music got a little bit looser? GarageBand don't make you a producer You better step aside, 'cause my limit's the skyway Bon Jovi said that Frankie said I'm doin' it my way The way you feel gives me energy... It's a industry fatality Seems everybody got musicality But they all the same in reality Let's usher in their mortality Like T Pain just had a bunch of babies Now it's like my speakers got a case of scabies Is the radio good? It's a bunch a maybes Like a side a mashed potatoes you forgot the gravies Else not forgotten Worse then ignored You don't need to try When you a star before you start the tour 'fore you even got an album 'fore you start trackin' So we're left with a mass amalgum Thugs and bros Crowdin up the shows With more tools in the pit than they got at Lowes They crank the radio Cuz they didn't know That Tank and Co. are even better even though These times that we live in Gets hard for me to select where to begin Feels like the harder we try The more we sinkin Fully aware We at the shovel convention, and we dig dig diggin Still we peruse, persist Struggle sub, resist If you just copy hits You can never miss Top Ten, pursue Make 'em think it's somethin' new Make a note Take a vote All she wrote Sayin' Check? - "Zilla?" - What? - "No you asked me first!" Every time I look around it gets a little bit worse It's like I'm lookin' at the winners But except in reverse These suckas always start to fumble when they Droppin' the verse Is it me, or has music got a little bit looser? GarageBand don't make you a producer You better step aside, 'cause my limit's the skyway Bon Jovi said that Frankie said I'm doin' it my way The way you feel gives me energy... Crush the bits Waveshuffle and shift Do the timecrunch Give the lyrics a twist Cuz the last thing that we ever want to be Is like everybody else on the hip-hop scene Check? - "Zilla?" - What? - "No you asked me first!" Every time I look around it gets a little bit worse It's like I'm lookin' at the winners But except in reverse These suckas always start to fumble when they Droppin' the verse Is it me, or has music got a little bit looser? GarageBand don't make you a producer You better step aside, 'cause my limit's the skyway Bon Jovi said that Frankie said I'm doin' it my way The way you feel gives me energy...

(spoken) 1-Up folks. This is Zilla. Here to inform you that you've just been played like my mint copy of Karnov. Zilla: This is not a track, this is album filler This is not music, it's a time killer This is not hot, this is cold like weather These are just junkbeats thrown together Here it is: The wasted part of the CD Or in 2010 trends, single mp3 You paid a dollar online, bit torrent for free You thought you're leeching the goods? Well the joke's on thee Cuz I put this on the record Intentionally A wake-up call to the industry That when you finish all your tracks Contractually No effort plus no skill angers fans, you see They set it up right Top 40 front of the class Track one - two - three got you shakin' that ass But when the quad comes round Everybody get loud They already got your money And the voices in the crowd go This is not a track, this is album filler This is not music, it's a time killer This is not hot, this is cold like weather These are just junkbeats thrown together With solid composition and a voice that fits It's no wonder how you generate a dozen top hits And still, it's incredible how often you miss! Like you're casting magic missile and attacking the darkness Like the ones who try to make you part of the herd All these companies producing with no level of standards You notice games these days are all 59 bucks? And they last two hours or they just plain suck! Read the sign, "No point of return" We want to give them a try But we just get burned You're hearing my words So why aren't you listening? If you want the real thing Then raise your voice and sing Everybody! *Chorus* Check Minus: It's like Track Six of a Weezer Mix You ony need three 'fore you get your fix Baby, that's gold That's a record seller After that, I can coast like a mellow yellow fella' Cuz I got you sinker, line and hook For the rest of the track, you can hear me cook With half-baked rhymes and feigned emotion With Persona on the mic You'll get the notion... Persona (spoken): Persona up in the mix. Y'all ready for this? Gotta change the tune Gotta' change the course Becaus Z-Zilla and Persona Breakin' natural laws Persona man of mystery He rovin' on a mission Cuz he keepin' it tight He keepin' it fresh He keepin' it most efficient Call me Revolution X Cuz my music is the weapon All we want is for the moneymen To pick a new direction Each day they seem to spread the infection Quality and passion form my predilection Roar like thesaurus Over mountains and plains We just want to send a message Not your ill-got gains Not your cookie cutter games We ain't here to play You can't preach about tomorrow If you never act today We don't want more trash We ain't your trashmen They won't notice us But their ears'll perk when They see the mass move To intelligent craft Tell 'em that you're sick of it Have the last laugh, Say *Chorus*

Let's stop for a second And riddle a pause To dream a dream of A machine with a cause To rock the house To get you moving your feet Zilla rock the mic Patches bust the beats One goal: to get y'all on the floor To hear the cheers, jeers, chants for more To feel the heat Perchance a flow Bassline thumping On with the show Now bounce with me Bounce with me If you feel the rhythm If you never take a chance You'll never get what you've been given Come on bounce with me Bounce with me Hit it one more time I need to feel its touch I need to make this pulse mine Fire it up x12 People ask me "Zilla, how'd you get so rough? Dropping rhymes, doing lines, all the superstar stuff?" I say CT's what made me tough. Think about it for a minute, bottle it up 'Cause see, CT weren't so bad for me A lotta' folks got it off much worse than me A lotta' people rock the mic much harder than me Frontalot, Chris, Lars, N-E-R-D Still, I try to rumble tumble shake, break the scene Still people ask "Who's Makeshift Machine?" I'm used to that I don't take it to heart 'Cause I love the look Every time I start to say: I love the vibe I'm getting Like we can bounce in here So I say saddle up to your baby Give a whisper in her ear Fire it up x12 You keep it flowing back to us... We took the pause We traded breath for grace In the end it was lost To the depth of space Or maybe hell's where it's at If we're cool with that We can resign to reside where our bodies collide Into a beautiful crash All the sparks, pizazz Amid storm and water Perseverance was dashed But look at me, Zilla sidetracked again! Random bits and facts make a story - not a man Okay, enough chatter Let's get to it If you wanna' roll a stone Gotta' push to do it Gotta' put a little more backbone into it If you wanna' show you mean it Get the urge to prove it Put a little more step into your groove If you wanna' show what you can do You need to step One two Back back again Up up down down Left right, again Don't you figure the rest Left right, again Let the rhythm B-A way to start again Deliver the prize, bring it home tonight You'll only get the chance one in every thirty lives Fire it up x12

Derailed by the thoughts That you opted to hide Tap two blue Sneak it through Into my mind That there could never be another Equidistant or matched To the power you display Via skills you untapped another problem Z was always on the attack But now I stand on the defense Another Prot Pally hack No threat, and yet up against the best A cardflinger claiming to be better than the rest They call him the wizard? Well I'm a planeswalker Inexperience to collide with smooth talk I choose to refuse I won't accept defeat Muscles twitchin' as I button bash A and B (My double dragon score, fifty-thousand points) One world and a whistle and we skip to my lou Scoot up to 5-3, you know what to do Hit select, then show me that badass loot GET THAT TANOOKI SUIT IN THE MUTHAFUCKIN BOOT And now we hippity hoppin' And all the ladies booty-poppin' And G//Zilla show no sign he gon' be Stoppity stoppin Forever more you'only gonna' see him Twitchy green-sockin' Hail the King! The one jumpmaster supreme! But hold up, you say I can't keep it? End of the level my shoe gettin' deleted? My pimped out ride gotta' step to the side Like it's a force shoeicide and Now I gotta' WALK? I guess I can hoof it But just as soon as I jump for a coin I fall to my doom And there's a dull sick laughter that echoes through the room And I can't help but ponder if only I had not assumed That my overall 1-3-3 Would end in a 7 rather than accrue a loss for me That the Mushroom Kingdom'd let me keep my loot All I want is a Tanooki in a boot Tanooki in a boot

Girly ring me up Tell me that we goin clubbin Headin’ downtown Style bound Hotter than an oven But to execute the action and majority impress Be the bee’s knees Step up your style of dress Toss your touch screen phone for a sequined cane Trade jeans for trousers See me struttin down the lane Top it off with ya top hat Shiny black shoes Pocket watch or wrist, any timepiece’ll do We goin’ clubbin Mustache waxed Got my suspenders and belt When zilla putting on the ritz You know you gotta cry for help It's like "Ooh, boy, feelings that ain't never been felt" I’m the sun You're the butter and you're startin’ to melt Not a drugstore cowboy The flappers all agree Apotheosis of hip? ZP! Can’t you see? Ample fashion and grace Such a dapper face Stunning features top science can’t replicate or replace Pace yourself I ain’t here to outshine Upgrade, reconfigure be the zest of the rind Every trend’s gotta’ start sometime If you won’t pull your own trigger Then pull mine Here we go! Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Give a nod to a stranger And wackity do With the fancy lads And their crew Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Ballin' like a melon baller Raggety jazz Light 'em up with your razzamatazz See how I roll In the club All the ladies gimme' looks More love Even fellas start With the compliments Young gents In wonder and awe They point, finger-waggle Stutter-spoken, slack-jawed But wait What's this? Naw it never could be Instead of flattery They're actually All laughin' at me And all my fancy fly gear Is the reason for the teasin' Like a sauce without a season You can really sink your teeth in "I can't believe this Y'all gotta' see this Sucker wearin' props From a 20's movie B-list" I'm feelin' spongy Soakin' up your lip and sass My cummerbund is wack? Well least I got class Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Give a nod to a stranger And wackity do With the fancy lads And their crew Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Raise a pantleg Let your toes unfurl Show your blingfoot to the world "Blingfoot? I've never heard of that... what?" It's bedazzling your footwear. "Both?" Just one! Gotta' have one flashy And the other one grounded One for the party Leave the other how you found it I'm so sassy with the subs on my gramophone I'm so pimp usin' cans for a telephone Got no need for a pulse or dialtone Where did everybody go? Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Give a nod to a stranger And wackity do With the fancy lads And their crew Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Zilla thought he had it good But what do you know? He's the center of attention And the laugh of the show Clubbin it up Til the sun goes down We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town Zilla thought he had it good But what do you know? He's the center of attention And the laugh of the show

Kris K meet the Tank Min-maxed to meet your every need We sync like MIDI With the hottest beats Maxed velocity from NJ to CT With the indicators blinking And our samplerbanks all beeping Agendas we're steadily steeping As eternally we are weeping Things that I do Things that I said Refs that I made Goin' over your head Like Martin Or that Zepp you missed When you late for the raid And the GM has you kicked And for once it ain't Cuz someone from the "in" crowd Usurped the fun Insisting physical connection Or close contact Trumps what we done And I don't intend for matters to complicate Complexes ain't my thing Our end-goal's simple Keep you 'round our fingers Wrapped like a ring Not malicious, vicious But delicious Tasty like your mom Topped in smoked bacon Ooh la la Hit dat at the senior prom! Some mental situation Obstructs the reasons that you came It's not infatuation That keeps you calling out our names Roll a 2d10 to see if you notice Sublime we rhyme Without breaking your focus Not like a truck, but with like momentum Mad skills, all bills Cause our money we spent on C-P Units and GB DIYs KH keyblade Run it up full size Unopened Lando action figs LAN Party Rigs Stockpile that SF2 Turbo Edition Gettin' geared up Cuz you on a mission To attend and apply It don't matter how you do it Sub zero Still our matter is impossibly fluid And I don't intend for matters to complicate Complexes ain't my thing Our end-goal's simple Keep you 'round our fingers Wrapped like a ring Not alarming rather charming Dare I say handsome at worst Fire up that 8-bit charge Ignition, heated, bubblin we burst Bubblin', we burst Dearest dream defeathered I am writing you this letter With a humble request Intent I have never Been subjected to this kind Of maladjusted, misaligned Contractiction of my character Untrusted Redefined Now I'm moving down the line breaking down another sequel One and one sums a problem, if unequal Thunder and blunder and zergrush 'til we back on top Make the best of the bottom See I don't intend For matters to tangle up Tangela poison stings Super effective How we wound you round you up like a ring Not intent to settle down Unless we talkin' Catan That beat keep rollin We keep dolin out that master plan (Dude, does Tangela even LEARN poison sting?)

Zilla, Check Minus at it again With that uhn-tiss record Come on spin it again We got a party full of people Jack Deweys and Gin And more rhymes than there's porn in your Recycling bin Twenty-six double zero Turbo-G 16 Routed and rewired to the drum machine We got that sub-bass pumpin Make the ladies scream Like they all trippin' on that LCD Up-up-down-down Come on and spin around Get lower to the ground Than that 8-bit sound Just d-d-d-d-d-dance Feels like you softlockin While you stuck in a trance Blast that bass, we'll take the stage Check and Zilla comin' at you like a Carnophage I ask A/S/L to a blood elf mage She said I'd love to party But I'm kind of on a raid We up like we just hit A No way Are we to lower the decibels that the Think Tank play Our rhymes ain't stoppin' Wait and see Because we on it like a sixty-four On a double D Girl, you think I'm some kinda' crazy Been lookin' at you since you was level 80 Has anybody looked in you the eyes and said That I want you - to join my raid See you make me pyroblast in a forward motion So girl, come and feel my arcane explosion You gotta' readjust my ratchet and clank G//Zilla like a lady-killa Money in the bank But not like Check Don't let him near your account Whenever I deposit, I forget to pull it out Tell the teller simmer down Don't put it all in me You got this boomin' hottie down on register 3 I wanna' make a deposit in your checking account Say you need a little more Minus got the right amount Shorty gimme' those four digits Gimme keys to all the locks I wanna' peek inside that security box See my check ain't so big that you can't even cash it Gotta' have somewhere to hide it 'fore and after I flash And my check ain't so small that you gonna' go and lose it Plus it ain't what you deposit It's all how you use it "Check, it sounds like you makin' a lot of excuses" I'm talkin' 'bout nasty monetary juices My rhymes are gold and accumulate the green I don't got a PIN I got a PEN 15. Blast that bass, we'll take the stage Check and Zilla comin' at you like a Carnophage I ask A/S/L to a blood elf mage She said I'd love to party But I'm kind of on a raid We up like we just hit A No way Are we to lower the decibels that the Think Tank play Our rhymes ain't stoppin' Wait and see Because we on it like a sixty-four On a double D Blast that bass, we'll take the stage Check and Zilla comin' at you like a Carnophage I ask A/S/L to a blood elf mage She said I'd love to party But I'm kind of on a raid We up like we just hit A No way Are we to lower the decibels that the Think Tank play Our rhymes ain't stoppin' Wait and see Because we on it like a sixty-four On a double D

when I hear that hand clap on the drum machine, C64 or the DMG only got 2 choices stay or leave not a tough one, son what's it gonna' be? with the nerd kids with the gamer chic don't kid yaself i see you lookin' at me you pretend to despise but inside you keep rrrrrrrrock - my stutter - Rock - rockin' to the beat Zilla zilla bust a rhyme No two words are equal... (Rock it y'all) tick tock time keeps flowin' MCs showin' LCD on my homebrew glowin' and there's just no knowing when it'll stop or when the party is slowin' we takin' everything underground where the chip is the life where you're the cool guy if you've never seen the light of the sun because you're under the gun be it Heavy Barrel, Counterstrike, or Area 51 never one to compromise, no surprise just wanna' be the big fish with the small fries showin' everybody what I can do what I can show what I can prove cuz all my childhood days were spent killing Quickman first wrecking shop with a Craw Wurm call it a curse the way I'm always immersed in a shower of geekdom lovin' every minute L-L-L-ovin' every minute i would call it the worst if our roles were reversed cuz the art of sociality don't always match my verse my mannerism terse with too many words if you're gonna' wow the audience you gotta' rehearse when I hear that hand clap on the drum machine, C64 or the DMG only got 2 choices stay or leave not a tough one, son what's it gonna' be? with the nerd kids with the gamer chic don't kid yaself i see you lookin' at me you pretend to despise but inside you keep rrrrrrrrock - my stutter - Rock - rockin' to the beat Y'all rock Y'all rock to the beat y'all rock Y'all rock to the beat rrrrrrrrock my stutter y'all rockin' y'all rock to the beat y'all rockin' y'all rock to the beat a little kid ridiculed a shot to confidence self esteem minisculed but the difference when he flipmodes takin' a stand steppin' up to the mic everybody wants to hold his hand some grand design is behind the unbelievable atrocities that m-make people unkind don't blame the symptoms open your eyes life cannot be subdivided into dots and lines and it happened that you found that you'd rather log in tune your tunnel-visioned view-screen redirect the signal reroute to your brain you tried to conform but it wasn't the same you felt better as an outcast noddin' your head funnelin' negative vibes analyze deconstruct it's our best defense converting words of an enemy to uphill trends when I hear that hand clap on the drum machine, C64 or the DMG only got 2 choices stay or leave not a tough one, son what's it gonna' be? with the nerd kids with the gamer chic don't kid yaself i see you lookin' at me you pretend to despise but inside you keep rrrrrrrrock - my stutter - Rock - rockin' to the beat y'all rock y'all rock to the beat y'all rock y'all rock to the beat rrrrrrrrock my stutter y'all rockin' y'all rock to the beat rrrrrrrrock my stutter y'all rockin' rrrrrrrrock my stutter y'all rock to the beat Ah ah aw - Flex machine Words worth ZP Y'all rockin' the beat S-s-stutterbeat The n-nerd kids S-s-stutterbeat Gggggggg gamer chic Gggggggg gamer chic thousand millenia yup yup Y'all rock to the beat