The big three pt 2 by EliThevamp - Zona

The big three pt 2 by EliThevamp - Zona

Lyrics

[intro]

We the best rappers on this app if u like it or not.

I don’t need a crown, to be the best rapper on here

[Verse- Emvee Sentina R&B 2000s flow]

I burn rappers like tannin' under the sun

Everything you did has already been done

I'm the only one there's no comparison

Since the trail I've tried to avoid violence

But if they come test we run for me gun

Let the Bee buzz if you don't wanna get stung

I been this way since, day one I fear none but my status will scare

some

Haters keep makin' false accusations

Always got my name in they conversation

Disloyal fools I'm still the champion

Verse – Cold Verse nyc deep voice Response]

“Zona don’t fuck with fake-ass bitches,” that’s cute in a caption,

But you the one cryin’ on covers, that’s the fakest reaction.

You keep screamin’ ’bout playlists like that’s all that he is,

If views vanish in a week, why you still watchin’ his?

You said “keep spammin’ them playlists, watch ’em purge your tracks,”

But without Emvee in your mouth, they ain’t playin’ you back.

You obsessed with another man’s numbers, that’s wild, lil’ bro,

Whole verse about his views, not a bar ’bout your own.

“Cold Verse his burner?” boy, you sound insane,

You need two different enemies just to prop your name.

I’m my own whole problem, I don’t hide in his phone,

We not twins, not alts, I’m a threat on my own.

You typed “we ain’t asleep,” but your pen sure is,

Same tired four schemes, same jealous-ass pitch.

You recycle the same angle every time you attack,

Only thing that really change is how you format the cap.

“My last two Emvee disses? Straight platinum on the app” –

Congrats, you went gold in a kiddie pool, still mid in rap.

You platinum off gossip, not bars, that’s a playlist trick,

Take his name off your titles, watch your “hits” turn skits.

You talk “Zona don’t fuck with fake,” then beg ’em to report,

That’s police work dressed up like some street support.

Real beef stay on beat, you went straight to the judge,

Postin’ screenshots as evidence, hopin’ mods hold a grudge.

You swing bats in a drawing ’cause you can’t swing words,

Hide violence in artwork, but your tracks sound hurt.

I don’t need animated blood to make a point land clean,

I let consonants crack skulls every sixteen.

You a duck callin’ yourself god, tryna farm respect,

But all I hear is “please notice me” hidden in every flex.

You can spam more “fake account” bars, chase that spin,

But the more you talk about Emvee, the more we both win.

VERSE — WORLDPATTERNZ

They ask who hold the line when the arc get long,

I don’t point to the flash, I read who been strong.

Fire need framing, heat need time,

I seen sparks burn out tryna skip the climb.

Emvee build load-bearing thought into verse,

Every joint tested twice before pressure get worse.

Coldverse keep climates stable, reactions slowed,

That’s how steel keep shape when the winter get bold.

I don’t pass embers loose, I transmit the forge,

Years distilled into form, not applause or noise.

If the future need carriers,.