Zilla Fatu

Songtext

[Intro] Zilla Fatu Yeah [Verse 1] Step in, the floor get tense Shoulders like a battering fence Stone in the jaw, no grin He walk like the ring might cave in Friction, heat, and a freight-train stare Heavy hands with a hush in the air Mud on the boots, blood in the roots He don't talk much, he just uproots Made for the crash, made for the slam Bone-deep thunder in the Samoan camp Every step, that pressure climb Second coming, now it's his time [Pre-Chorus] Count it down Feel that weight Hear that ground Too late [Chorus] Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu He breaks through choirs Zilla Fatu He rolls through fire [Verse 2] No soft lines, no polished pose Just raw front force in a jagged close Iron in the chest, grit in the gaze He leaves a trail through the whole damn maze Tanks don’t dance, they tear through lanes He brings that weather, he brings that strain Crowd gets loud when he takes that march Like a war drum carving a body-shaped arch Second coming with a hammered stride Old-school force, but a newer tide Zilla writes wreckage in every room One name hits like a structural boom [Pre-Chorus] Count it down Feel that weight Hear that ground Too late [Chorus] Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu He breaks through choirs Zilla Fatu He rolls through fire [Bridge] Bare steel Full tilt No fear Just built [Breakdown] Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer [Chorus] Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu The Samoan Bulldozer Zilla Fatu He breaks through choirs Zilla Fatu He rolls through fire