RAP ZILLA!

[Intro]
They said, "Who that?"
I said, "Turn it up louder"
Whole block leanin'
Speakers on powder
[Verse 1]
Name ring bells from the curb to the villa
Snapback low, I'm the neighborhood thriller
Slide through clean, candy paint vanilla
Ask who the king, they gon' yell RAP ZILLA!
Hop out, chain swing heavy like a lifter
Big talk, small circle like a whisper
OG game with a brand-new filter
Still make the whole crowd jump when it hit ya (hit ya!)
[Chorus]
WILLI BANZ, I'm RAP ZILLA!
Big bass boom when I enter
West side walk with the chest out, chin up
Say my name, feel the floor shake, RAP ZILLA!
RAP ZILLA!
RAP ZILLA!
Hands up high, let the block say, "RAP ZILLA!"
[Verse 2]
Sunset shine on the chrome, that's pressure
Every little step got a bounce, that's texture
Break bread, whole fam on the dresser
Still hit the gas, lil' homie, I'm extra (skrt)
Hoodie in the summer, I'm cold in the heat
Old heads nod when they see me in the street
Young ones copy how I slide on the beat
'Cause I turn front row to the nosebleed seats (too deep)
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Who want smoke? Who that fakin' tough?
[callout] They just talk a lot
[low vocal register] We outside, every side, never switchin' up
[callout] They gon' feel this drop
[crescendo] From the corner store line to the bright stage light
If you lookin' for the wave, I'm the tide, that's right (that's right)
[Chorus]
[Chorus]

rap, Bouncy West Coast slap with rubbery sub bass, talkbox-style hook, and crisp claps. Male vocals riding behind the beat, ad-libs wide in the stereo field. Verses stay tight and cocky; hook explodes with stacked chants and crowd responses. Simple synth leads echo the vocal phrases, with a short DJ-style break before the last chorus.