[Intro]
(Lil Mueca on this one!)
Yeah, ZipPaOz, you thought you came with heat?
But all I hear’s a cold breeze, no teeth—
Let’s strike, watch this menace speak.
(Beat drops: haunting piano riff in minor key, sharp snares slice through the air, deep 808s rumble beneath. Ominous strings layer in, record scratches stutter like a glitch. Tempo steady at 92 BPM, slow but menacing.)
[Verse 1]
ZipPa who? ZipPa what? Stuck in a cyclone, no escape route,
Your rhymes drip like stale broth, I’m cooking masterpieces, no doubt.
Faithful Mic Menace, title etched in stone,
I’m the earthquake in this booth, you just a cracked phone.
You a typo in my saga, I’m the editor’s blade,
Slice your weak lines till your legacy fades.
Claiming beast mode, but your roar's a sneeze,
I spit venomous verses that bring giants to their knees.
[Chorus] (with echo & layered harmonies)
Faithful Mic Menace, nah, ZipPa’s just a joke,
Smoke clouds on my name, but you choke when you poke.
King in this kingdom, you barely a pawn,
Welcome to the big leagues, your whole label withdrawn.
(Echo on "Mic Menace"—whispered taunts: "choke... choke... gone... gone..." with layered ad-libs building a menacing chant.)
[Verse 2]
I’m the nightmare lurking when you step to the wrong one,
You a flickering candle; I’m the match that burns the sun.
Faithful Mic Menace, truth’s architect in the game,
You chase shadows, lost in fame’s fickle flame.
L-A born and bred, hustle flows in my veins,
You dance to TikTok trends, a puppet with no chains.
I dissect every syllable you thought was tight,
Your bars so stale, they attract flies overnight.
Vicious with the pen, Eminem’s prime reincarnate,
You a glitch in the system, out of sync, out of date.
[Chorus] (repeat with rising intensity)
Faithful Mic Menace, nah, ZipPa’s just a joke,
Smoke clouds on my name, but you choke when you poke.
King in this kingdom, you barely a pawn,
Welcome to the big leagues, your whole label withdrawn.
[Bridge]
You come at me with filler, but I’m the dealer of truth,
Faithful Mic Menace, zip you up, no loose tooth.
While you play with words, I engrave legends in stone,
Master of the flow, you just a whisper unknown.
(Beat strips to haunting piano and subtle strings, breaths drawn, tension mounting.)
[Verse 3] (Double-time flow)
Look—
Faithful mistake, glitch you can’t patch or fix,
Swing wild in the ring, but all you hit’s the mix.
Headline act, you just scribbles in the margins,
I cut deep with bars sharp as daggers, no pardons.
Expose every fraud when I step into the booth,
You a clown with chains, lacking proof, tell the truth.
Don’t speak my name unless you ready for war,
I body bag rappers, then come back for more.
[Chorus / Outro] (hook with echo, layered vocals, ad-libs)
Faithful Mic Menace, nah, ZipPa’s just a joke,
Smoke clouds on my name, but you choke when you poke.
King in this kingdom, you barely a pawn,
This is the real rap show—your career? Dead and gone.
(Beat cuts out, leaving faint piano notes with an echoing, sinister laugh fading
