Still half .5
rap,trap,hip hop,rock,funk,lo-fi, house,ambient,diss track,West Coast,experimental underground rap,j.cole type beatWOWORLDPATTERNZ
## Intro Hold up lemme get something catchy goin *clears throat* (H-H-half, Half half, half of you, you stupid Zona fucks H-H-half, Half half, half of you, you stupid Zona fucks) *(Background vocal continues throughout track)* ## Verse 1 Don't No mean Don't know the streets And still You Fuck Fuckers Be acting like you know what's up Half hazardly making songs with words you just made up Sounding fucking stupid Fuckers who never grew up You're murdering the music scene With sounds that'll make me throw up You won't see the irony I doubt IQ in single digits Thinking a silent G is profound Sneaking past you gnomes with no domes is as easy as it sounds Distracted By Mindless Praddle, Chatter, By me You're found Imma rattle your senses Yeah heat so hot I'll serve you on a Fucking platter cuz What you got to say don't Fucking matter. Bitch I'm an O-siiiiide West Coasta A real G Got you tossing and turning In your mama's bed Like you pissed the sheets ## Chorus Half of you ain't worth the time Half of you can't spit a rhyme West Coast authentic, you just pantomime Half of you ain't worth the time ZONA fakers, get in line Real ones know I'm in my prime While half of you just waste my time *(Background vocal intensifies)* H-H-half! ## Verse 2 These ZONA cats be plagiarizing flows while claiming they're original Digital copycats with beats so minimal Your rhymes are criminal, and not in the good way Flows predictable, hooks forgettable, what more can I say? I'm bringing heat while you're bringing lukewarm tap water Spitting fire while you're stuck in prehistoric barter System's broken but you think you fixed it Truth is spoken but you never listened I'm carving lanes while you follow paths already paved Digging graves for reputations you thought could be saved West Coast taught me to keep it real, not fabricate While you ZONA clones continue to imitate My bars leave scars, permanent marks on the game While half of you can't even spell your own name This ain't just talk, this is verbal warfare O-Side authentic, while you're all just there ## Chorus Half of you ain't worth the time Half of you can't spit a rhyme West Coast authentic, you just pantomime Half of you ain't worth the time ZONA fakers, get in line Real ones know I'm in my prime While half of you just waste my time (H-H-half!) ## Freestyle *(Background vocal continues)* H-H-half, half, half of you... Let me break it down for these wannabe's one more time Half of you stealing beats, half of you stealing rhymes West Coast bred, O-Side fed, real recognizes real While you ZONA fakes fabricate every fucking feel See I'm the blueprint that you copy but can't replicate The original formula that none of you can duplicate Half of you sound the same, half of you got no soul All of you missing pieces, none of you are whole West Coast authenticity running through my DNA While you ZONA clones just bite styles every day Half of you ain't worth the oxygen you breathe