Zap Zone (feat. Noveliss)

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Isaac Castor and Hir-O

Isaac Castor and Hir-O are a musical duo known for their unique blend of soulful vocals and intricate beats. They combine elements of hip-hop, jazz, and R&B to create a distinct sound that is both introspective and groovy. With their thought-provoking lyrics and smooth production, they have captivated audiences and garnered critical acclaim. more »

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Like Marge Simpson, tell my homies that I love them
Too much salty in your system, need a sodium reduction
And I'm in the GOAT discussion like Kobe vs Duncan
Pardon me, I don't need your phony introductions
Jesus fucking Christ, leave when the thunder strikes
Out here making noise but they don't understand me, underbite
Disappointment to my family like the son of Mike
Jordan, Jackson, bored with this rapping
I'm switching to sustainable farming
First Amendment still exists, you can say what you wanna
But take a piss on my name, I'ma aim at your garment
That's a nail in your coffin like McCain vs Obama
I'm dedicated like the tape Lil Wayne did with Drama
Villain era Dennis Rodman bout to lay with Madonna
Castor insane, yeah he handing out fades like a barber
Taste the water, purify yourself in late Minnetonka

Cause we creeping through the motherfucking back door
Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow
We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso
Got the green light like Zap Zone, damn yo
Creeping through the motherfucking back door
Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow
We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso, aiming at your chest like Zap Zone, yo

Assemble your crew like Prince Rogers, yeah I got the juice off the hook like
Kim's father
The big poppa breaking rules, improper code of ethics, copacetic, no Covid, still a cougher
I'm in Illawarra throwing a shrimp onto the barbie
Perk 30's turning these kids all into zombies, look
I'm hot-wired like vehicular robbery, at the flea market trying to pawn your three-year-old's car seat
My aesthetic 2010 Joaquin Phoenix, the odd sloppy genius, with ink blotting and bleeding
Like Ali bobbing and weaving, I got them out of they seats into mass pandemonium, facts only spoken them
High-priced gas like a tax on petroleum, we knock you on your ass, I'm a blast from a loaded gun
Bragging bout your swag but the fact is it's stolen son, I'm showing y'all that Castor the chosen one

Creeping through the motherfucking back door
Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow
We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso
Got the green light like Zap Zone, damn yo
Creeping through the motherfucking back door
Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow
We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso, aiming at your chest like Zap Zone

Yo check it, the master slasher with Castor the master blaster
Forgot to set my phaser to stun, this could be fatal guys
Brown leather jacket on behalf of this pair of laser eyes
Forgot to wear my glasses, rappers in the path get vaporized
Is that so, who ready for war, I'll be at Zap Zone
Every weapon filthy, tape the flamethrower to the pulse rifle like Ellen Ripley, then blend in the city
Ducking all social interaction, he just prepared for some action
Artificial intelligence, every human's a replicant, if you could just look up and to the left, I'm bout to represent
A blade runner, my blade runneth over with knowledge
Not the kind from college, the kind hidden behind the silence
Or the mileage on the brain, any minute can sink the think tank
The phantom pain staring at Mount Fuji out the bullet train
Perpetually placing my fate in these lines
Enhancing my mind, I see time on behalf of the spice melange

Creeping through the motherfucking back door
Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow
We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso
Got the green light like Zap Zone, damn yo
Creeping through the motherfucking back door
Leaving out with nothing but the cash flow
We pack shows, Detroit to El Paso, aiming at your chest like Zap Zone

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