[Verse 1: Zero]

Absolute zero, nigga I am so cold

Body all these other wack rappers cause they lack soul

If you got a tight flow trade mark it

Rappers be as real as those J’s in the flea market

All these rappers who lack swag, and rap bad

Don’t get mad, I’m just filling up the glad

Trash, I lack swag says the chatter

Side effect sick nigga with a flow badder

All these songs about fly clothes and fake hoes

Getting O’s and stacking all of your bank roll

Even then all these wolf niggas bite flows

Niggas ain't saying shit ( but it bump though)

Dark skinned nigga but his flow so delightful

Flow so heavenly you ad it to your bibles

Side effects might include niggas act trifle

World play hurts drop t spit riffles

[Hook: Black Tarzan]

You must think that we don't listen

But we all this fucking noise, noise

Please take the bullshit back to the dawing board x 3

We gon fill up your disk changer with some bangers

[Verse 2: Blak Iron]

Everybody wanna rap, but they lacking the skill

Go back and practice cause you slacking at what I'm writing at will

I kill rappers for thrills and you just trying to get by

In actuality you niggas trying to match my fly

My punctuality is why your girlfriend in my ride

Spitting fatalities I'll uppercut these raps through your mind

Just relax and recline, let me take it from here

If you got the best verse of the month, I got the best of the year

I'm talking my Flows are better My Shows are better

My girls get wetter. Insert a cliche for sweaters here

Cause I'm hotter than a metaphor about clothes

Living large amongst my foes

Take them trash raps back talking foreclose

I'm so cold leave the track froze

Kidnap a wack rapper leave his verse missing

Now you got more room for Blak Iron in your systems

You must think that we don't listen

[Hook]