THE KING OF RAP*

Verse 1
I ain’t ask for the throne, it just built itself,
They lookin’ for a savior, I’m the one they felt.
While they argue in comments, I’m archived in plays,
Every track I drop age like fine champagne.
They chase trends, I design the direction,
I don’t need co-signs, I am the connection.
Zona know my name like a preset,
They upload hope, I upload pressure.
They say “who the best?” like it’s even a question,
I answer with silence, let the numbers do the rest.
I don’t diss for attention, I exist and they stressed,
Being me is the flex, everything else is a test.

Verse 2
I’m the algorithm’s favorite mistake,
They tried to skip me, now I’m all in their face.
Every time I post, somebody’s confidence break,
‘Cause they realize the gap ain’t closeable, wait.
They want my style, my cadence, my flow,
But you can’t download presence, that shit come with the soul.
I write calm, but the impact violent,
Not with force — just the way I’m undeniable.
They talk like kings in imaginary rooms,
I built a real audience from imaginary tools.
AI beat, but the voice still human,
That’s why they sound artificial, I sound like a movement.

Verse 3
I don’t need to be loud to dominate space,
They scream “I’m next” while I occupy first place.
Every bar I write feel like closing a case,
Every track I drop makes a new standard raise.
They say “Zona small,” I made it a stage,
Turned a niche into a city, put my name on the gate.
Now they all want a piece of the wave I built,
But they surf on the surface, I drown in the depth.

Verse 4
I’m not in competition, I’m in documentation,
They in the moment, I’m in preservation.
Ten years from now they still gon’ mention my name,
Half these accounts won’t even exist in the frame.

They want beef, I want legacy,
Different goals, different mentalities.
They chasing likes, I’m chasing permanence,
That’s why my calm hit harder than their arrogance.

Verse 5 (Final)
So when they say “king,” it’s not a debate,
It’s not even ego, it’s just accurate placement.
I don’t wear the crown, I am the condition,
Zona without me would feel like it missing a dimension.
They my sons, but I don’t gotta raise ‘em,
I just keep shining and let time explain it.
History don’t ask who was loudest or fast,
It ask who still mattered when the moment done passed.

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