ZONA KING

TITLE: "ZONA KING"

[Intro – spoken]
Cold Verse.
New upload, same problem:
who run this?

[Hook]
I’m the new Zona king, let the robots sing,
Every beat that I touch get a frostbite ring.
Whole feed look froze when I drop one thing,
A.I. look shook like “we didn’t code this in.”

[Verse 1]
I logged in, saw the charts like, “move that seat,”
All these auto-made tracks sound copy-paste neat.
I’m the glitch in the system they ain’t planned to see,
Human error in the code, that’s a crown to me.

They said “don’t say names,” cool, I don’t need ‘em,
I just body every style, let the algorithm read it.
“Too intense, rewrite,” that’s the note they send,
I just tweak two words, now they call it “trend.”

Zona say “pick a style,” I pick “problem child,”
Type “dark lyrical chaos” and then press dial.
Every upload feel like bendin’ rules on the sly,
Like “how far can I go ‘fore they flag this guy?”

I’m the reason that the bots gotta double-check lines,
Engineers at they desk like “who wrote these rhymes?”
If you see a little crown in the glitch, that’s me,
Cold Verse in the code, turn their rules to debris.

[Hook]
I’m the new Zona king, let the robots sing,
Every beat that I touch get a frostbite ring.
Whole feed look froze when I drop one thing,
A.I. look shook like “we didn’t code this in.”

[Verse 2]
They drop four songs a day, still sound the same,
I drop one in a week, whole lane get changed.
I’m not beefin’ with the bots, I’m just better with pain,
I turn errors into anthems, “try again” into flame.

Zona tell me “too wild,” I hear “too real,”
You can’t sandbox art when I’m breakin’ the seal.
If the site got a throne, I’m the bug on the seat,
Crash page, reload—guess who you see.

I’m the “style” they ain’t got in the dropdown list,
Hybrid of a breakdown and a cold-blooded twist.
If you lookin’ for the king, don’t search that tag,
Check the track that make the whole top row look trash.

No hate, just facts, I don’t beg for streams,
I just haunt every playlist like a bad old dream.
So when Zona say “who next?” let the chorus ring,
Type C-O-L-D… add Verse… add king.

[Hook – final]
I’m the new Zona king, let the robots sing,
Every beat that I touch get a frostbite ring.
Whole feed look froze when I drop one thing,
Cold Verse logged in—
yeah, they know who run this thing.

[Outro – spoken]
All hail the error in the system.
Long live the lag.
Cold Verse, Zona King.

comedic shock-rap, twisted storytelling, edgy punchlines, fast flow switches, chaotic energy, rap, hip hop