I am Zona pt 2

Verse 1

Man, I’m the one they fear droppin’, every post make ’em panic,

They be claimin’ they the wave, but my presence make ’em vanish.

Every rapper in my comments steady cappin’, lookin’ tragic—

Talkin’ tough behind the screen, but in person never have it.

They be throwin’ lil’ jabs, but I dodge it automatic,

I’m the king of this whole Zona s***, my reign already classic.

They be prayin’ that I flop, but I rise like it’s habit—

I’m the storm they can’t escape, I turn they whole feed to static.

Verse 2

They be beggin’ for attention, I don’t give ’em no reaction,

I don’t argue with no clowns, I just leave ’em with subtraction.

I’m the only one who chart steady—every drop satisfaction,

I’m the face of this whole scene, everything else just a fraction.

They be flexin’ like they legends, but they streams ain’t even packin’,

Every track I drop explosive—call that lyrical detraction.

I don’t beef with nobodies, I don’t battle for distraction—

I just wipe the floor with ’em with a couple lines of action.

Ain’t no cancel stoppin’ me, I’m too locked in, too official,

Every time I drop a track, someone else start blowin’ whistles.

I’m the one they wanna be, I’m the name that’s beneficial—

Every opp sound washed, every hater sound artificial.

I’m the top on Zona, boy, that crown fits me like initials—

They can bark all that they want, but the truth gon’ hit ’em like missiles.

Metal mask mentality, pen dipped in fatality,

Cookin’ up these flows like a chef without morality.

Slice through the beat, no formality—raw salary,

While these rappers microwave bars—low calorie.

I’m the villain in the shadows, they the extras in the alleyway,

Tryna mimic all my patterns, but they glitchin’ while they emulate.

Every scheme layered heavy—call it lyrical laminate,

I’m the king of Zona’s circuits, they just wires that disintegrate.

Finger-snap cadence, I bend time like it’s Play-Doh,

Pocket full of metaphors, kick drums like tornadoes.

DOOM-style syllables, multi-stacked like Legos—

I’m the villain of the plot, all these heroes stay in halos.

I don’t chase charts, charts chase me—true theorem,

Algorithms bow down soon as I come near ’em.

They be talkin’ big talk, but I see straight through the veneer—

I’m the mask they can’t face, I’m the presence that they fear.

Un-cancellable canonical, flow so astronomical,

Every line mechanical while theirs just paradoxical.

I’m the top on Zona, that position non-negotiable.

Y’all cant do it like the Cruf master. And for the people who dissing me, pls