Swampzilla

🐢🍲 C-Love Diss & Call-out 🐢 🍲 [Intro] Skkrrtt… You hear that? That ain’t thunder… that’s me loadin’ syllables [Verse 1] I was bred in the sediment, veteran venom in every sentence I’m settlin’ Never been hesitant, better get medicine, headin’ for hell if you meddlin’ I’m a letterman jacket of excellence, reppin’ the elements, elegant menace Embedded in estuaries, ready to bury a delicate featherweight—dead in a second Mud in the cut with a militant mind and a million designs in the rhyme I refine You a minimalist gimmick, I’m infinite digits, the difference is written in time You been sniffin’ your lines, I been sniffin’ out lies, now I’m liftin’ the veil Every flick of the wrist is a script of a kill, every syllable hit is a nail Camera dodgin’, posture rotten, eyes drift off when the truth get spotted Nasal drip got your cadence sloppy, couldn’t keep tempo with a metronomic Lie so big it collapsed on contact, whole persona fall flat on impact You ain’t got bars, you got fragments of concepts, I got a catalogue carved in a contract I’m a backwater Einstein, maskin’ the brain with a drawl and a tan line Track turnin’ landmine, step and it’s flatline, headline read “He got cooked in a half-time” Turtle Soup stacked yeah I keep a shelf, you gas yourself but you hate yourself I don’t need help, I create the wealth, you degrade then beg for the save yourself [Pre-Chorus] Swamp got a pulse now… you shouldn’t have tapped it Every bar a bear trap, every verse automatic [Chorus] I’m a Swampzilla, jaw lock, dome splitter Flow go ballistic, no filler, cold killer Skkrrtt through the muck, make the whole world shiver You a ripple in a puddle, I’m a flood, no river Swampzilla, no cap, no filter Every track crack stone, no chisel You don’t want war, you don’t want this scripture I turn one lil’ jab into a full-blown fixture [Verse 2] I’ma give ‘em a critical, pivotal, literal miracle, lyrical interval Hit ‘em with minimal syllable gaps but a criminal digital spiritual Rippin’ the physical, typical cynical individual, pitiful visual You in a cubicle spittin’ delusional, I’m in the swamp with a ritual Venomous etiquette, better than ever, I sever the head of a sedative rhetoric You never could measure the pressure I treasure, I’m settin’ a precedent, definite Evident every time I embellish a sentence with sediment sentiment relevance You irrelevant, delicate, gelatin skeleton, tremblin’ when I get elemental Sniff-sniff, symptom of fiction addiction, affliction of image distortion You morphin’ your story, performin’ importance, absorbin’ endorsements that never were sourced Abortin’ your rhythm, contortin’ your vision, your orbit is missin’ its course While I’m scorchin’ the floor with a force of a storm in a form that’s enormous of course I’m a torque in the torque-less, a force in the formless, a course you can’t course-correct You reportin’ a war that you forfeit before it begin—no remorse in effect I’m a fork in your fate, I’m the storm at the gate, I’m the form that reforms the set You a warning at best, I’m the reason they stress when they hear that the swamp connect [Bridge] Slow cook? Nah… pressure cooker mode Thirty bars a breath, watch the structure fold [Verse 3] Got a brain like a blade in a bayou ballet, where the chaos and cadence collide Every rhyme got a spine, every line intertwine like a vine that’s alive when it climb You decline, I define what divine look like when it’s dipped in a southern design I align every time with a prime level mind while you try just to mimic a vibe You a background tab, I’m the system crash You a skipped CD, I’m the impact blast You a “please like me,” I’m a “kiss my ass” With a wrist that’ll twist every diss you draft I resurrect ‘em just to wreck ‘em again, that’s a lesson embedded in method and pen If you step in the den, you get bent to the end, I don’t flex, I transcend From Hog Valley mud just catchin' a buzz, I was never pretend You were never a threat, just a narrative set that I sever and shred for the trend [Final Chorus] Swampzilla, apex predator scripture Every bar hit hard, tectonic pressure Skkrrtt leave sparks in the swamp’s dark center You a footnote footstep, I’m a whole damn era