You Wouldn't Think

by Zilla Persona

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This is Zilla Persona's debut album.

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released May 21, 2010

All music in lyrics by Justin Giza, except where noted.

Additional lyrics and vocals for Tracks 3,4 and 9 by Zach Kanner.

Additional vocals for track 2 by Carla Emanuele.

Additional vocals for track 7 by Carla Emanuele and Angela Smith.

Music for track 8 by Kris Keyser and Justin Giza.

Album art by Wesley Bogan.

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Zilla Persona New York, New York

Zilla Persona is a nerdly rapper, beatboxer and electronic composer.

He likes to make beepy noises and to make people dance.

His most recent official release, Three Legends, were all entries in the Songs of the Summoned competition for Riot Game's MOBA "League of Legends."
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Track Name: Part of Another
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
Track Name: Gamer Chic
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
Track Name: Energy feat. Check Minus
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...
Track Name: This Is Not a Track feat. Check Minus
(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*
Track Name: Fire It Up
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
Track Name: Tanooki
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
Track Name: Clubbin
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
Track Name: Ringers
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?)
Track Name: We On It feat. Check Minus
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
Track Name: Rrrock
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